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Young G

as a young G in the hood running rampant like he should
he started off with a seed in his mommas belly in time he grow into jelly
with a bright crooked smile he knew all the while the stage was set for him to be born
out came young G making sweet history & that's not the end of the story
he took up gambling in his younger days getting trapped in a purple haze
yet he knew in the great while he would shine
heightened by that of fantasy he was built on sweet brevity
falling apart at the seams he gets caught selling dope now he can't even cope
doing time yet he would one day shine filter through the scene
when he can't even cope having a fight with the soap on the rope
he was used to cell block nine thought that everything was fine
until he heard the message from the preacher noting it wasn't a late night double feature
he knew he had to relax and bask in the vast expanse of having hope with God
after doing time everything was quite fine everthing was thought out and in line
noted that he was created in God's image crafted by his great design
then young G got a little older this time he was busted for murder
back in cell block number nine again only this time he had a new friend
he knew that Jesus was on his  side and he was going along for the ride
he knew that the enemy was was very sneaky and God was but a mystery
this time his destiny was harder to achieve cause he was on death row
a hard pill to swallow as he would wallow in the mire of depression
leaving him second guessing but this time he knew he was clean inside
his destny had been open like a lost seagull flying on the ocean

Young G now was a full grown man with a definite plan to make things better
no matter what the weather he kept things together
yet the heat was on & someday soon he'd be gone
as he wrote his final epitaph he could but grasp
all those people that he touched even though he spent his life in a rush
then came the time the last day of his life they fed him just bread with a bit of rice
he knew this was his last time of the roll of the dice
he prayed up to heaven knowing it wasn't a one stop shopping event at a local seven elevev
as they led him down the hall now he could stand but ten feet tall
they injected him with the juice in the needle in time young G would pass
yet we all have every reason to grasp the moral of the story
as young G sits in heavenly glory looking down with a smile
cause he knew all the great while his destiny was sealed as he once yield to the heavenly call
no my brother man let the reader understand that all in all God had made Young G as his ultimate plan
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