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