You think God hears a prayer said in Hell?
Just know I'm doing life in a 6 square mile cell
That I'm sharing with a 100,000 sisters and brothers
Were sentenced to death for sins of thy father
Being birthed here by our mothers
And I wouldn't trade it in for the world's weight in gold
And they haven't built one like me since me, I am told
Shot my first gun when only a few feet tall I stood
It wasn't with my father out hunting in the woods
It was in the streets of my city, handgun in my hand
Shooting at the other kids, but you wouldn't understand
See none of us had fathers, well, our fathers weren't a man
It was a woman called our mother and we would struggle
And it wasn't living, it was surviving, we were constantly at war
War left me nerves of steel and I don't feel much anymore
And love is just a word that I say
And I can't live it because I see it get people killed all-day
3 little brothers incarcerated, I don't say it for your pity
I mean, I can still get you stabbed behind the wall if you fuck with me
I was born to die here in Flint
And I haven't done that yet so, in turn, I ain't done shit
But lie here naked in the tub, filling it up with blood
Thinkin' how I'm gonna get even, while my body drained of love
They tried to take my life at 27
I tried to take my life too, motherfucker, it just wasn't happening
I just wanna shoot and bring a body back to Michigan
That's points on the board
I was stayin' up all night when you would sleep and you would snore
And they wanna say I don't deserve this
I gave up my life to get here, you wanna talk about purpose?
You have no purpose speaking
They get killed for that where I come from nearly every fuckin' evening
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Tell 'em the whole story, tell 'em you surround yourself with ill intentions
How it's bad karma and it eats at you and your henchmen
Father, can you hear this? I know I'm asking and I'm worthless
But can you take the shackles from my ankles?
Can you remove the bracelets from my wrists?
Father, can you send for me, like I've climbed off into the wind?
And it carried me far away from here
And I would never come back here again
Cause Father, I'm a rolling stone
And my daddy's not around and my mamma ain't home
And the law is always coming after me
And it's like I got the Devil on the back of me
I was brought up in schools where they shoot each other in elementary
6 years old, we put kids in the cemetery
So when you go to bury me a 100 fuckin' men will have to carry me
Why I'll weigh a ton, why I'll be carryin' a 100 fuckin' guns
Cause we die before we run, money don't buy respect, money doesn't cure pain
It doesn't take the scars out of my face it's, who I am, we're not the same
When I get down on my knees to pray, the bullet wounds just ache in my legs
And I'm not supposed to be on the worlds stage
And people aren't supposed to hear the words I say
Cause I've seen death and crying and suffering
And you all speak but you've never seen a fuckin' thing
Cause you are weak cocksucker and I am king
Or a God in this land as a conscious being
You know sex still sells and drugs still sell
But the truth doesn't sell, never has, never will
I'm on the front line, I catch the bullet first
My brothers carry me or bury me, whatever works
Why whenever you speak it's from a safe place
Cause you don't wanna have all these holes in your face
And you don't want addicted to how your own blood tastes
You don't wanna have to get even for murder that's taken place
So I'm riding around, loaded gun, looking for the enemy
Pray that when I see him, God, do your best to help me
But don't help me be the better man
Help me have clear vision, help me have a steady hand
Help me bring this child back to you and if his family seeks revenge well
I'll be sending them on up, too
Before you have an opinion know you would never do what I did to get here
You'd never save up what I saved up
You'd never give up what I gave up, left em layin' face up
So this morning when my brothers woke
Tell them to give my things to everyone I know
And give a message to my father too
Tell him I see his face on everyone I shoot
It makes it easy to do
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We never left your neighborhood
That was our world
The end of idea is out there
Now we know
All the things we thought
We all in it
You don't even realized
Makes you