NOT MAKING IT HOME

Daddy dying, they say he ain't got many months
Surrounded by the empty bottles, I'm smoking plenty blunts
It's a sad situation how I'm living
It's so hard to find my faith when I know I'm out here sinning
Beg for forgiveness on my search for some better days
Jumping up outta my sleep she kisses me and says it's okay
I wanna maintain but it's hard as hell
It's impossible to trust when you're a victim of a trail
I been having nightmares, I rarely fall asleep
Every time I close my eyes I see somebody killing me
Twenty-four seven I been stressing under unbearable pain from the thoughts of my depression
Just me and my three fifty-seven all alone
Police pull me over then I'm not making it home
The pills help but they don't take away my pain
Addicted to the streets so it's hard for me to change
Fast money feeds my family so constantly I grind
Nine to five won't cut it, hustlings only on my mind
Paranoid most the time got me clutching on my pistol
If I pass away remember me through songs and some pictures
Tell my son I love him and make sure he remembers
It's not his fault at all daddy didn't come home for dinner
Put my life in these sentences cause it's all I know
Pray to god I don't get sentenced cause I'm out here selling dope
Baby hold me close and don't you ever let me go
Swear to god I'm going through it and I'm needing you the most
Somebody say a prayer cause I'm out here all alone
Police pull me over then I'm not making it home