past thoughts

dear lord, Im saying this from my heart,
I try to believe but I came in at a fucked up start
a daddy that's drunked out sick
a older brother who bust them thangs doing multiple licks
I grew up on the north end of the tracks
where the homies is creeping so watch yo back
baby mothers pheened out, baby needs food but they worried bout crack
its a society mixed up with demons and white stuff
nigga was twelve he busted his first snub
out in these streets they showing no love
im on the run from my fate
a lil foo could only handle enough
I put my faith in the fact that tomorrows not promised
momma aint proud but I know its my fault, just to be honest
when does it end? rest in peace johny another gun shot friend, fell victim to these concrete cracks,
plus the addition of the multiple straps, look all around
where am I at? the end of the road?
only the lord really knows
well I make it past the next red light? cause I see all of my foes
planning and scheming on the death of this poet
not afraid to die, cause I already know it
death is familiar, I could even smell the body
wake up from a dream, cause they caught me slipping with the mosberg shotty.