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