trying to survive it ain't easy keep a gleezy of safety just keep safe a lil while longer just keep breathing I can't much long er my strife deep n the mud like I'm trapped in quick sand all the gun shots like a pouring rain of a tsunami when my young killa left em dripping wet torched him up he left his body twisted him n his men wiped em out like a twister with that k left they lives in the wind gunshots to roses for his mother if she get to talking tryna find justice knowing the only way she can find her son again b like chasing the wind there won't b no justice what if Jesuss can't save me from being murdered n I gotta keep this gun on me do that mean I gotta burn in hell then then Father I may not make it back it home to heaven then cuz tho I was birthed n Jesus I come right out of the baptism waters into all this crack dealing and shots letting u can't tell me this place here ain't hell I'm been trapped in the dungeon of hell n my drug trap brawling with wild hawgs with the heart of a bull pussy nigga must've thought this was a boxing much it's a street fight up that ruger to his chest That 40 cal ripped his guts out his mouth shut his casket closed just to shut his mouth clothes sprinkling too much salt on my name in the hood when I'm this real of a g I'm a c him face nan to man with my gun n my blade if I can I'm a try n keep things hush n a quiet n stab n dead wolverine breed he might bust me soon he see me but it's the element of surprise always take ur enemy's life in a quick rush ain't nothing in this life that can save me from all this but the blood of Jesus cuz the opp n the streets ain't the enemy the devil is no weapon formed against me shall prosper I'd rather put this gun n this blow down for over all this blow the misery make let this tech blow n I be condemned to hell fire may the blood of Jesus cover me cleanse me from all my opps blood of my spirit n I bear to survive thru faith from my strife from the streets.