alive

late night i was slippin kno i shoulda died lost alot in that coma heard my momma cry if theyd a pulled the plug on me id be up with sis bacc up on my shit always in the mix i be thinkin bout my youth I was misguided said i was hood bound wonderin how i survived it guess that savin and that prayin y im still breathin changed my life went legal think im still demon god sat me down family think my mind reversed nigga thinkin bout his get back pissin on his hearse brodie told me be smooth im workin on my paitence nigga image in my visions and im sick a waitin plus im standin with some niggas who gone ride for me answer every call and when its war kill and die for me watching youth kill eachother makin mommas cry daddy gone momma workin still committin homiside's losin family over nothin watchin homies die mind in a battle over violence and tryna rise like the more u love somebody more they try ta hurt u double crosses when u close means i gotta murk u cold world losin soilders who gone up the score rotten apples in the bunch screamin fuck the core thankin people in my corner know we roc solid reachin for the top never hittin roc bottom prayin god forgive my sins when i pass the stage and let me thru them gates on the day that i pass away.