Sins of the Father (A Hustlaz Regrets)

stop lying to yourself saying you hustle for your kids you making dough but wont find them a decent place to live you keep them right in the projects cause that's where the money is until a shotgun blast hit shorty in the ribs now your regrets are manifesting while you're staring at him bleed he got a thousand pairs of sneakers but he can barely read thats my son!!!!!! headed for trauma/emergency Lord let him live instead you can take me you drop to your knees and plead I'll surrender my life repent for my evil deeds give up the street life even work at Mickey Ds go back to school even get my G.E.D please Lord he cant die I wont my son back overhead you hear " we need two units of blood stat" Big Potent