Gangsta\'s Prayer...

Hitting the block
husltin\' 2 get by
sellin\' and killin\'
4 a new ride

fitted and icy
tryin\' 2 be what he\'s not
chillin\' on the corner
reppin\' his block

but that not him
he goes home and can\'t sleep
nightmares and pain
are makin\' him weak

He never met his father
and his mother was on crack
One lil\' sista
but a positive figure he lacked

His house filled with gun holes
and roaches.
He gave up
and dropped out of school and lost all focus.

Now he is layin\' in jail
prayin\' these words.

Father
Please forgive me 4 all I\'ve done.
My life\'s a mess and right now I really need someone.
I can no longer hold in all my fears,
I tired of tryin\' 2 hold in these tears.
I need your help 2 survive.
Right now it feels as if I\'m on an emotional rollercoaster ride.
I\'ve sinned on many different levels on many days,
and I want u 2 help change my ways.
Please forgive me for my insane actions in the past.
I now pray that....
then splash

he wakes up in a beautiful white bed
roses 2 his left and a window on his right
his mother sleep
and his sista holdin\' his hand tight
A cold voice hit his shoulder.
saying...
\"Here\'s Your Chance 2 Start Over\"