About me

God I know that we pimp
God I know that we wrong
God I know I should talk about you mo' in all my songs
I know these kids are listening
I know I'm here for a mission
But it's so hard to get 'em wit 22 rims all glisten
I know these balls are talking
Lord I wanna do right
I tried to fight but these demons they come TO me at night
Like my momma, my daddy, my girl and now my boys
I lost Rachelle but I guess I still got Dwayne and Roy
My couzin Sweets, momma Lita and Jason
Lord I'm praying for swacking my heart is still impatient
Keep 'em off them drugs, far away from thugs
He's still my hero but just a shell man of what he was
Yeah smoking get a buzz, but God I hear Ya calling
And shit wrong wit balling
But my soul is just stelly (steadily) falling
And the sex and the dead, and the other jail
God I'm stacking my mail but will I end up in Hell?