Grippin my homies hand, brushin off the dirt and the sand.Trying to calm his mother down dont panic the pain is too much to manage, so can it. I feel like Im stranded all alone with no other companians in this place with no champions I feel like we are all losers drivin by in their cruisers tryin to put bullets throu us. This has been my boy since we was kids hustlin for double bubble now grown doublin the trouble but we was humble never askin for a dime, even in the hardest of times, reason we did crimes was to survive past the age of ninteen. I sit back and wonder when its rainy and it thunders. If i should be here at all or take a gun and blow my brains on the wall, i can no longer stand tall my knees tremble of how closely i resemble the devil and hate the man that is my reflection as i reflect with no protection or detection of my direction gettin no exceptance from a preacher or revrion. Spendin life in confessions Just hopin for a blessin but is this my time i was wastin with hesitation. I ask the Lord where were you at that crime scene with my brother shakin on the concrete, where were you when the cruisers tried to leave us battered with bruises? How could u leave two kids with not a penny to their names alone, cold and ashamed, But i stand unchanged. Where were u when I tried to put lead in my head, instead of a thought instead of a dream? Lord u were gone or so it seemed but i guess you were there or else how would i have survived the hard times, the homocide, attempted suicide. Now i know where ur hear truly lies. Its with me, my hommies and my family. Now lord your on my block and in my heart and u have been from the start, guiden my way, see u again on Judgement day and this I pray.... AMEN