Jun 20, 2005 11:28
Only god can judge me, only God can judge me now, perhaps i was blind to the facts,stabbed in the back, I coundlnt trust my own homies, just a bumch of dirty facts, well i sick seed gavenoid from the weed, and hocus pocus try to focus but I cant see, and in my mind Im a blind man doing time, look to my future because, my past is all behind me, is it a crime to fight for what is mine, everybodies ding tell me whats the use of trying, Ive been trapped since birth, caustious because im cursed, and fantasys of my family in the hurst, and they say its the white man not to fear but, its my own kind doing all the killing here. I cant lie no love for the the other side, jealousy inside, make wish or die. Oh lord tell me what im living for, everybodys dropping got me knocking on heavens door, and all my memmories, of seeing brothers bleed, and everybody creads but still nobody sees recolect your thoughts but no get caught up in the mix because the medias full of dirty tricks, only God can judge me, only god, only god can judge me, only god can judge me now. FLATLINE, I here the doctor standing over me
screaming i can make it got a body full of bullet holes laying here naked still I cant breathe somthings evil in MY iv, because every time i breathe i think there killing me. Im having nightmares, homicidal fantasies I wake up strangling, tangling my bed seeds, I call the nurse because it hurts to reminice, how did it come to this i wish, they didnt miss, Somebody help me , tell me were do go from here cause even thugs cry but, does the lord care, trying to remember but hurts, walking threw the cemetary talking to the dirt, Id rather die like a man than live like a coward, theres a ghetto up in heaven in these hours, black power, it what we scream as we dream in a Gavnoid state and my fate is a life time of hate, DEAR MOMMA CAN YOU SAVE ME, and fuck peace because, the streets got are babys, we gotta eat and no more hesitation, each and every black males strapped and they wonder why we sucidal and runnin around strapped, MR PO LICE PLEASE TRY TO SEE THAT THERES A MILLION MOTHER FUCKERS DRESSin JUST LIKE ME. THat which does not kill me can only make me stronger.