Memoirs: Can'T Turn Back
Like Michael Jackson, Time to get things right with the man in the mirror
See clear through the rest of my days on earth
Been piecing puzzle since birth
And it only get worst until we laying' in the hearse
It's a ghetto curse
Every little kid in the hood done felt these tortures
Departure up out of this hell hole, brother done fell low
Stressed, but I'm blessed as a soldier
I beg of you
Lord Jesus, help me deliver myself and my click from this evil
Fear the reaper surrounding my soul
Steadily sending death through my peoples
Heaven please take control of my destiny
I can't let these streets get the best of me
With all of my kids right next to me
You can expect for me to keep grinding desperately
Calculating my every move
Gotta prove to these fools we confuse Intention,
do your thing and maintain the mission
Cause really, I can't settle for no prison sentence
So, I keep my distance from yayo
Plotting, staring out the window, looking for a rainbow
Mike can't settle for the same 'ole
can't claim be thug with there's no love that's the depth that the game goes
Reviewing all possibilities, responsibilities is major now
Ain't no need on dwelling where the danger bound........... To be continued
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