Asking god questions
they got me trapped, and i wonda is there a in heaven street nigga merciless in my attack on this punk ass niggas, addicted to money and stay loyal to the rap fame. asking god questions, why you aint coming down for all this shit going on, now the devil trana capture me i put my faith you. now you ain't saying shit, am staring on the vision , and still trying to kick it, the world seem so tough i wonda where we going, cause the time is running fast. like what the hell is going on with this people, now my blood is out of coverage so i ain't taking my pills and though my horrible time, life is fucking me over. am stuck in my poverty stage level, am tired of on god cus that shit is wack. is been a year i dont fuck, all this bitches they love your pockets than their pussy. and passion for being rich. but I'll save my money and they ain't getting shit from me. dear god, am asking questions, wont you come down and save us. or you gonna sit in the throne watch us. i keep my face on the sunshine but am not seeing no shadows. you can follow what calls you, but this rap shit call me. everyday i fast and pray but the lord ignores. i walk through the shadow of death am i crazy? what the fuck took me there? am gazing on my future. so i went on my knee praying father am a sinner. dont let the fear of striking out get in your way. police got me in the cell, savor my freedom now, it is precious to me. now god is not coming down to, i think he's not jesus christ. im not intimidated by my pass so i keep it moving . always on alert cus i know the door is will open. working on my new project hope god may guide me through. asking god questions, should we call on your name ? am praying but i ain't putting my gun down, cause them niggaz try to see me decease, and god aint saying shit
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they got me trapped, and i wonda is there a in heaven street nigga merciless in my attack on this punk ass niggas, addicted to money and stay loyal to the rap fame. asking god questions, why you aint coming down for all this shit going on, now the devil trana capture me i put my faith you. now you ain't saying shit, am staring on the vision , and still trying to kick it, the world seem so tough i wonda where we going, cause the time is running fast. like what the hell is going on with this people, now my blood is out of coverage so i ain't taking my pills and though my horrible time, life is fucking me over. am stuck in my poverty stage level, am tired of on god cus that shit is wack. is been a year i dont fuck, all this bitches they love your pockets than their pussy. and passion for being rich. but I'll save my money and they ain't getting shit from me. dear god, am asking questions, wont you come down and save us. or you gonna sit in the throne watch us. i keep my face on the sunshine but am not seeing no shadows. you can follow what calls you, but this rap shit call me. everyday i fast and pray but the lord ignores. i walk through the shadow of death am i crazy? what the fuck took me there? am gazing on my future. so i went on my knee praying father am a sinner. dont let the fear of striking out get in your way. police got me in the cell, savor my freedom now, it is precious to me. now god is not coming down to, i think he's not jesus christ. im not intimidated by my pass so i keep it moving . always on alert cus i know the door is will open. working on my new project hope god may guide me through. asking god questions, should we call on your name ? am praying but i ain't putting my gun down, cause them niggaz try to see me decease, and god aint saying shit
chur bro! keep trying
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