God's Rebel

I remember times when I had no 9 to 5 Drugs just wasn’t my grind Too many stories of family and homies losing they lives Not all of them homicides or suicides But some still gone doing time Been so long they’re blurred images in my mind So at that time I promised myself I wouldn’t be that same type Even though I’m evil and do wrong For my mom I would still try to live half right And keep moving on Hits from the bong help me get along help me keep my cool Cause sometimes I wana murder fools for the bull I’ve been through That’s why I live like I don’t care enough My anger keeps building up So before I erupt I take another puff Cause I keep messing up giving into the DEVIL U can call me GOD’S REBEL Even though my hole is dug GOD still holds the shovel Cause I haven’t fully given into my sins Cause if I ever did then my life ends and the DEVIL wins So I pray at night FATHER FORGIVE ME, AMEN. Cause I know I won’t do what is always right That’s why I try to stay right in my mind And as I go on my grind I got to say THANK YOU TO MY MOM and to the hard times Cause without them I swear I should of already died But I’m still here still down to ride Just a lot more wise I no longer mess with the bull-ish I just focus on my grind And never quit.