wondering why we die so fast ,maybe u ask that to satan a thousand nigga killed in a day draft now trying to solve the shit we create a new one God I'm sorry for my sins and other things I ever did I know in many ways I wrong u but don't see me as a bad dude ,this world is bad so the niggy had to be bad to or have insecurity as a battle, U gave us life and it's ur duty to protect but sometimes it like u need a little help ,one a bullet might run through my head ,but please save me not for nothing but for mama life sucks and I won't be happy seeing her go through trauma the streets get more dangerous as the day goes Lord give me good guns to shoot down enemies