Day After Day
Day after Day, Father I question my life
Where I wet went wrong will it ever be right
Will I rise, Will I fall?
Stand tall..........Continue asking, but I'm knowing only God know
Growing up in the repping "hard knock",I never knew nothing too much about drugs
My only concern was making my money and running these streets as a thug
Instead of my daddy talking about the birds and bees,
I always talk to murderers and the G's
Walking the streets coldness grew inside me,
but on the real I ain't really trying to hurt nobody
Temptation is keeping me steadily going under
And I wonder, if I could make it through the thunder
Enough with pointing the blame, cause I done caused so much hurt and pain
to some that ain't deserve a thing,If I could change that, it would all be rearranged
But what's done is done and I paid the price
and now I'm like, Help me Lord, to better my life, my life
Just give me the chance to prove the world that I can be the man that I am
And I plan, on keeping it realer, really slow and steady
Copyright © Michael Brunson | Year Posted 2009
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