Y____Dear Father
Current mood: sad
Y is it tha narrow minded ppl judge by wat they see,
y don't u take a min to try to get to kno me.
I've tired to hard to be my best,
not smokin, bangin, or puttin souls to rest.
But yet u try to knoc me down.
I sit here like tha cry lata clown.
So If I die bury me a "G"
I don't want no one to shed a tear for me.
For I did not fall into lyfes trap.
As I lay in bed with a 9 strapped.
I work real hard for tha things I achieve,
but yet u sit there and criticize me.
Dear Father, King of all kings
Release my soul from these earthly things.
Im tired of fiten,
bring me to tha light.
Plz don't forsake me I tried to do rite...
Judge by tha ones who raised me,
disowed by tha one who gave me.
Im tired Lord; u kno im dun,
bring me to a place I wont be judged for fun....
So now I lay me down to sleep
I pray tha Lord my soul to keep
if u take me for day break
plz for give me for every mistake
but if I die before I wake
I pray u Lord, my soul u take.
