Last longest hour Dear lord pliz raise your hands For my last hour* Pliz shower me' with grace and glory * For tomorrow might never be! Dear lord pliz raise your hands For my last hour*😢 Shit***is about one of the longest hour life full of stress trying so hard to survive the strain" Too much Pressure from community Got the street full of predator hustling hard for paper' Looking for a better life Picking quarrel and making a quick cash Make us look so skillful Meanwhile the only thing that bring smile to our dirty crook face Is to be a women's layer Hardly trying to satisfy* the pussy Can't even remember the last time the bitch slept at home But hey what could I do as long I supply and get everything I need In this days making a good living is hard Getting pussy every day is an achievement in nigga's life As for me doing some hit and run is all uhm about for! Cuz uhm broke and solo avoiding pressure is the only smartest thing I could do For my parents to be proud of! Same as the day I'll be prececuted for breaking gal's heart I will take it like a man Though don't get me wrong I love & adore my lady wholeheartedly Since she is the only thing that keeps me on going so far Even if sometimes I doubt her But she is perfection of fantasy fitting my world so well! What can I offer except love Dear lord pliz raise your hands For my last hour* Pliz shower me' with grace and glory * For tomorrow might never be! Dear lord pliz raise your hands For my last hour* Hey lil kid don't worry everything is gonna be alright who could ever thought drug will be take over the street Sooner than expected Seeing our brother enjoying the tears of their own parents Our lil sister getting addicted to dick While we trying so hard to hustle Easing the situation from home Though what we get is disappointment after disappointment I guess is time to believe in zombies as is the ancient story of our forefather How black life got mislead Living in tragedy Dark life keeps on following us as if being black is a curse Whatsoever what can we do Is the end of days Dying young is a hero Some filthy mother fucker Is sitting around enjoying a hot cup of coffee Couch is so soft Making us feel that's the price we gonna pay For being alive For living in this filthy capitalist country Here our hommies & big S***R got  too much attracted to the river of happiness Now they occupied the yard of cemetery with tombstone Coffins business is running higher Soo heartbreaking homie* Dear lord pliz raise your hands For my last hour* Pliz shower me' with grace and glory * For tomorrow might never be! Dear lord pliz raise your hands For my last hour*