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Broken Change of Forgiveness
“I think my lady don’t love me no more
Because she don’t care whenever I leave out the door,
“Always refusing to give me head
And at night never laying next me in bed,
“So I dress to impress-and that’s for only motherfuckin me
Before I realize I’m on the highway doing eighty-three,
“At that moment I decided I wanted to see my little girl
Because to me she’s the only pure woman in the world,
“I knock on the door and ring the bell
My baby mama comes to the door mad as fucking hell,
“She knows she is a sexy little cutie
As her short robe barely covers her thick booty,
“She tells me my little girl is lying down
So she guess her pussy brought me on this side of town,
“Bitch you wish-I don’t have time for the baby mama drama
So I left and told her ass too fucking holla,
“Driving down the street collecting my thoughts
Because my soul I think the Devil want,
“All my deadly sins roll through my mind
And why to my woman I’m always lying,
“At that moment I decided to change my life
Because I was determined to live my life right,
“Called my homeboy and told him my dealing days are at an end
He cursed me out and called me no type of friend,
“Said my new Chinese name was ‘one gone’
I told him eat a dick and hung up the phone,
“Went to the nearest church to pray for forgiveness
Asking the Lord can he ultimately end this?
“Light through the stained glass made me start crying
Washing over me as I felt the evil inside start dying,
“Before I left, grabbed a Bible, because I didn’t have one
And in the church trash I threw away my gun,
“Once outside I felt relief
Then suddenly a white Buick stopped in the street,
“Shots ranged out and I lost my breath
As I fell down the stone church steps,
“Blood from the top all the way to the bottom
But I heard clearly my homeboy scream “I Fuckin got em”,
“Now I lay there with multiple gun shots to the head and chest
The place where I find forgiveness will be where I permanently rest.”
Because she don’t care whenever I leave out the door,
“Always refusing to give me head
And at night never laying next me in bed,
“So I dress to impress-and that’s for only motherfuckin me
Before I realize I’m on the highway doing eighty-three,
“At that moment I decided I wanted to see my little girl
Because to me she’s the only pure woman in the world,
“I knock on the door and ring the bell
My baby mama comes to the door mad as fucking hell,
“She knows she is a sexy little cutie
As her short robe barely covers her thick booty,
“She tells me my little girl is lying down
So she guess her pussy brought me on this side of town,
“Bitch you wish-I don’t have time for the baby mama drama
So I left and told her ass too fucking holla,
“Driving down the street collecting my thoughts
Because my soul I think the Devil want,
“All my deadly sins roll through my mind
And why to my woman I’m always lying,
“At that moment I decided to change my life
Because I was determined to live my life right,
“Called my homeboy and told him my dealing days are at an end
He cursed me out and called me no type of friend,
“Said my new Chinese name was ‘one gone’
I told him eat a dick and hung up the phone,
“Went to the nearest church to pray for forgiveness
Asking the Lord can he ultimately end this?
“Light through the stained glass made me start crying
Washing over me as I felt the evil inside start dying,
“Before I left, grabbed a Bible, because I didn’t have one
And in the church trash I threw away my gun,
“Once outside I felt relief
Then suddenly a white Buick stopped in the street,
“Shots ranged out and I lost my breath
As I fell down the stone church steps,
“Blood from the top all the way to the bottom
But I heard clearly my homeboy scream “I Fuckin got em”,
“Now I lay there with multiple gun shots to the head and chest
The place where I find forgiveness will be where I permanently rest.”
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