Chorus:
Wont tryin to hurt nobody/ this money drives me crazy/ my life got dark and ugly/ I need my ends right/ I went too far to get it/ I got it twisted and missed God/ we prone to get lost/ but God brought me back/
Verse 1:
I done, scavenged the strip where the hustlas and killas eat/ puffed L’s broke bread where guerillas sleep/ ran from pigs see the marks where the tires screeched/ Long days longer night like im tired of sleep/ kept a stash in the drought, they ran outta weed/ around the time of the first turn of the autumn leaves/ kickin doors of the hinges like I gotta eat/ not a though to where this path that I walk’ll lead/ big trouble in little china see/ eyes glued to every part of my bodily/ cause they know that I charter green and my pockets deep/ mean mugs cause they plot on me/ and when I walk these streets I see em target me/ they stalkin me like they gone really get the drop on me/ im cautious and keen cause I know the price of the lottery a chalk streak outline usually follows the robbery/
Verse 2:
Hustlin and grindin it feels like you chasin time/ I watch these second bricks as this middle man dippin his hand in mine/ wrong move could trip a mine/ and explode a copper shell in this pretty face of mine/ facin 25 could make a brother change his mind/ the last time I kickin in the door, the po-9/ dropped me in that paddy wagon, my hand cuffs behind the backside of my spine as I kissed my ruger goodbye/ facin my own demons I feel em movin inside/ three meals a day im eatin Lucifers pie/ hangin on them metal bars I knew it was God/ sayin this the repercussion and this the fruit of ya life/ you march to the wrong drum, I guess them rudiments lied/ time that you strap up ya boots and move to the light/ I sick of seein the pain and the tears inside of my mothers eyes I decide to give it a try/
Verse 3:
Im used to the scales tippin/ droppin weight up on the balance but now the scales been lifted/ and im claimin im a Christian but the former life insidious and aint nobody listenin/ you know what, nevermind/ I gotta family now, Im a go and gets mine/ I do what I gotta to stay in line/ a statistic cause this probabtion hangin over my head, but I also gotta halo/ formed as a man God moldin me like playdoh/ im still getting cash im just on a different payroll/ Kingdom kid on His Kingdom biz, fisherman in a sea of sin im savin souls/ I pull em outta the dead sea and resuscitate em/ im just a funnel to His breath, yeah I respirate em/ the message sacred it elevate em and levitate em/ Gospel penetrate em the Holy Spirit regenerate em/