| I read the book of Revalations |
| And now I realize we in revalations |
| And on that note I make this statement |
| For all the young guns to become one to die young |
| Because the world is filled with hatred |
| And they aim to blame our sons |
| And I done seen down the barrel of a strap before |
| But I don’t wanna die no mo' I fear the reaper |
| Help us Jesus, help to keep us away from all the sadness |
| And deliver us from the hate that cause the madness |
| I’m glad its installed in me from day one |
| Believe in something because most of my homies believe in nothing |
| And paying for it, God bless your souls, I’ll be praying for it Eventually you’ll have your day in court |
| And I done been a witness to homocide |
| Seen a whole family die |
| Before the stones of diamonds in the sky |
| Through my bloodshot eyes feel the hurt and all the hate |
| That I’ve trapped inside because the hurtin' hard to ache |
| There’s a smile on my face |
| But, that’s to keep a man from crying |
| Cause deep down inside, I know I’m dying |
| I’m born for it, gon' take some time to getting used to And Satan I know that your listening but I rebuke you |
| And refuse to let you capture me and kill my will |
| Just to survive the game of life, win or lose |
| Do or die, refuse to let you capture me to kill my will |
| To survive the game of life, win or lose, do or die |
| Chorus (Johnny P): |
| Whether we win or lose this life to do or die |
| But sometimes we lose the will to win and wonder why |
| DMG: |
| Open my hands like a book |
| Years and years me and my notebook |
| I take a close look |
| Peep it dread see myself failing |
| A felon on the verge of 1−8-7 |
| But I ain’t ever wanna do it |
| 'cause homocide never solved it, |
| Just momentarily resolved it We’ve all been involved in the calling of a loved one |
| Oldest ones the young ones the smartest one the dum-dums |
| And not begun with some |
| And they all probably died with none by the gun |
| That’s on the one, two, three and the fo’s for life |
| I slap five on the black hand side |
| I realize the future lies among my two sons and daughter |
| So I pray to God just for tomorrow |
| In lieu of the drama I move my momma |
| But the poverty’s prolonging the pain |
| Plugging my arteries and veins with strains |
| When I lose in this game |
| Chorus |
| Lo-Ke: |
| 12/11/73, a young little huster was born |
| Torn from my momma’s womb in the midst of the storm |
| Never warned I was going through a world of stress |
| Never knew that I was born for death, may God bless |
| My pops died when I was thirteen, I’m still tripping |
| Forget living, I’m on a suicidal mission |
| Tears dripping from my eyes as I look up at the sky |
| Asked the higher power why my old man had to die |
| It was hard to say goodbye I tried to hide what I feel |
| Forget the wife forget the will (naw, chill; naw, chill) |
| I’m at your gravesight, latenight trying to figure out |
| Would I see your smiling face if I commence to dig you out |
| I’m all about the cheese, I plan to see you once again |
| But I can’t make through the night without commiting a sin |
| I had to realize there wasn’t no friends, backstabbin |
| I had to watch my own back while I was out mashin' |
| Closed caption for the hearing impaired |
| Have you ever seen your closest homey laid out buried and dead? |
| I shed a tear even though I’m not supposed to cry |
| I can’t lie I ain’t ready to die, I ain’t ready |
| Chorus |