What does it mean to be a saint or a sinner
Back in the days of mummy cooking the dinner
Chicken soup or a casserole on a cold night
Jumping into bed with the smell of the fresh linen
Live it again only a little
Do you know the feeling of being stuck in the middle
As the old saying goes to put it a little different
Is allowing it to happen as bad as pulling the trigger?
Figuratively speaking usually the one who wanna jump in the deep end
From diving in pussy and rum on the weekend
A little pre teen boy puffing the reefer
Coming home caught red eyed immediate
I got locked down for a couple of weeks
But the irony of all of it
The one who dished the discipline from her supply I been teefin'
A cocky little yout and with the kid there's always something to prove
Kind heart but an aggy side bringing the mood right down
That was the sentiment of the crew,
A bag of vagabonds that he looked up to
From seeing innocent men get beat down
My best friend sucker punched cold in peak town
And witnessing them rob change off of a street clown
Didn't say a word but I felt for him deep down (I really did)
It's not my fault as a bystander, I ain't involved,
Maybe not a candid depiction of the role I played
In situations similar to these
There were plenty more maybe a lesson in right and wrong
Well do I seek repentance look I don't know
I'll have to ask Diablo to let me off
Usually I'm fine with
Somebody on my shoulder telling me
You Aint Got A Chance Boy (nah, nah you ain't got a chance)
When you're done on this earth you'll do as I please
Usually you're good with
Holding your own and seeing past the sweet talk
But this time it's different
Good luck tryna find your way outta this one
Black bandanas and area codes (friend or foe)
Sex, drugs, Disney and all of our hope (we should coast)
Fast forward ignorance bliss I'm guessing we'll never know
Pot kettle black sky youth hunger, one drive
Who am I, a product of environment
From those that just can't fit in and find their sins
In late night escapades and catching fades
To sunrise touching face then making haste
Like who the fuck are you my own daddy didn't check me
Knife crime, WAP, sex, money will respect me
Losing all your morals just to fester for a quick fee
Now you're in your thirties
And rethinking all your technique (It's not easy)
Long path to redemption (you seem keen)
Drop down now give me ten
Just a quick scheme prayer and a bruised knees
Holy water swim deep blood of Jesus free me, screaming
Usually I'm fine with
Somebody on my shoulder telling me
You Ain't Got A Chance Boy (nah, nah you ain't got a chance)
When you're done on this earth you'll do as I please
Usually you're good with
Holding your own and seeing past the sweet talk
But this time it's different
Good luck tryna find your way outta this one
I need a little more money, less glasses of ice cold jack honey
More parsnips, a little less fried chicken on week nights
A couple more green beans at tea time
See, I told myself I probably do better I knew better
I look at you and see what people do for some real cheddar
A little C.R.E.A.M
Cash rules everything around me jeez
Get the pounds G, Crime in the county
Yeah really I got, no more, negative karma,
Bitch I'm on altitude, high bar on a million songs,
A little hey, little bye, little smile and I'm gone,
Really rocking the bot, whether you feel it or not
Whether you got it or don't, See you gon reap what you sow
I think I know what I'm knowing I'm knowing nothing at all
We did it all for the cause they do it all for applause
I shoot my thoughts and record and plug it into the source like
Usually I'm fine with
Somebody on my shoulder telling me
You Ain't Got A Chance Boy (nah, nah you ain't got a chance)
When you're done on this earth you'll do as I please
Usually you're good with
Holding your own and seeing past the sweet talk
But this time it's different
Good luck tryna find your way outta this one