Now I lay me down to sleep, Protect me god from those who creep with evil plots and wicked schemes to snatch me from my restful dreams. I know theres bad things I have done, thats why I´m sleeping with my gun and if I should be startled from my peaceful slumber my gun will roar likes blasts of thunder. Got to fight to live just one more day so many things to do, so many words to say... But if its my time to go my life to be taken , just leave me in my dreams never to be awakened. My whole life has got me thinking like a criminal sick of being treated like a slave, I must behave like a soldier, the world keeps getting colder, got me peeking out the window and looking over my shoulder. Forgive me lord I know I have sinned but you alone know the places I have been, the words that I heard , the actions I saw made me learn how to run b4 I could crawl. You cant grow up around here and remain unchanged and unblemished, The violence is graphic, the crimes are horrendous.
Is there repentance for a thug? Is there heaven for a gangster? Can I give my mom a hug? B4 I go I´ d like to thank her, my first partner in this fight...
Against all odds we began our flight to survive in a place where staying alive is a constant rave... watch my back and trust no man.
Beware of lust, I must understand problems along the way, I might not solve them all in just one day. By remaining true and staying strong I must make it through I must carry on. No time to cry because the troubles never end just hold my head high so my back doesnt bend . |
