Father 4give Me

Father 4give me 4 livin nside this prison of me. Doing tha same thing but i wanted 2 b free. Trapped n a world with no hope 4 me. It seems i'll b surrounded by dope and 12 gauge smoke 4 all eternity. Livin next door 2 my enemy. Waitin 2 win tha lottery, but tha only lotteries we win around here, is a strong arm robbery. Jealousy lurks these streets like tha smell of rotten piss from behind a dumpster. Wicked men speak thru lyin lips of deceit hopin 2 gain access n2 pure hearts and turn them n2 stone. Bloods cover tha sidewalks and crips sit uncomfortabley n wheelchairs. Yung girls purpously leave windows cracked so snakes can slither n and cuddle close. Powder packs and crack smoke choke life and blurr tha mornin sun and tha darkness is lite up from every blast from tha gun. It's a long ride 2 heaven and many wont make it. Many false prophets behind tha pulpit that fool man but with GOD they cant fake it. All i can say is while u laid up u better stay prayed up. Cuz it's a long ride, ya'll... a long hard ride... 2 heaven!!!