Only God Can Judge Me
two gunshots to the chest
thinking what can happen next...
will i live to see tommorrow
or will i live to see the rest...
of my life,it hurts inside,
when this morning i had the pride...
to see my little girl, wave to her dad, goodbye
as the morning sun would rise,from the happiness in her eyes...
knowing down inside, it would be her last good bye
cause im starting to see a glow,and a river to paradise...
a shadow in the mist,
while my life flashes over...
one drink of the holy water
cause my life was left sober...
i can feel nomore pain,
as the angels start to rain...
i know for a fact im dead
cause nomore pain, is strange...
i ask for forgivness as i softly speak
cause i remember shooting someone,but my mind was to weak...
all i can make out was falling to my knees
knowing i was dead,was to hard to believe...
i woke up in a room
with a pain when i would breath...
with a clear image of what really happen to me
i lost my job, telling god why this had to be...
i put my gun to my chest,
and you all know the rest...
the last thing i said was
only god can judge me...
but as i lost my job,
and was quickly depressed...
it all came to complete...
as knowing would i no, without the affect
he was already judging me.....
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