Our father I know your watching me the way I live on the streets hustling but I’m not in peace.
Why don’t you check out my childhood when my father beat on my mother, he was no good.
She tried to struggle for her life but it was worthless because all the abuse and torment left her hopeless.
What can I do in this world when I’m born into sin?
Should I thug till I die until the very end?
Heavenly father I feel your presence through thick and thin but so much pressure towards my brain has got me trapped in sin.
I’ve been in and out of jail constantly stressing and crying but on the streets I wasn’t living I was only slowly dying.
I started of smoking weed then I moved to coke, I took a trip onto heroin and was smokin dope and it’s a damn shame how I was living trying to maintain on your presence so I can make it to heaven.
Our father I know your watching me.