SITTING AND THINKING
Sitting and thinking about life,as my hand shakes on the paper
My table shaking as hard an earthquake,cuz all my souls are escaping
Don't even know what to do now,cuz all my courage is just dissappearing
I feel the devil coming for me,I feel my death is coming near
Cuz I commited so many sins,that could put me in prison for life
But now I sit and think,cuz now I'm trying to do right
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STARTS THINKING BOUT PAST LIFE
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Remember from the past,before I started smoking weed
I use to be a calm kid,that was one thing I didn't need
But then the pressure starting coming,when I started growing up
cuz I seen my brother and sister,always getting locked up
it really brusied me mentally,seein them behind barbed wires
cuz they both have been to prison,so I just started getting tired
so I started blowing the herbal essence,just to put my mind at ease
By the time I turned 14,I had enough of money to support me
But it was a hard struggle,there were always obsticles to avoid
cuz if you got tied up in them,your whole life will probably be destroyed
where I was raised its no joke,its full or murders and drug dealers
but I just do my own thing,even if I turn into a killer
now I sit here and think,"Is that the right thing to be"
cuz I got blessed with a kid,and she really needs me
I'm the only supporter of the kid,cuz her mother is worthless
and everyday I cry and think,that my kid shouldn't be in this mess
I want her raised by a good father,not a cold blooded killer
so when I think about killin sombody,I try to think if my thoughts are real
cuz I have daymares,they are really horroriffic
and it gets me all paranoid,cuz I think I'm losing all my senses
so now I think before I do,cuz I could die faster than I blink
so I just go in my room,sit there and just think