Waiting on God

K, we ain't got one reason for everything, you know I'm saying

This right here, is for all my survivors, all of em you know I'm saying

Grow to the way, you know I'm saying

All our soldiers world wide, you know I'm saying

Midwest, Northwest, East, West whatever, South

To all our thugs, you know I'm saying, all the way to United States

New York, I-I gotta get this off my chest one way or another

Go on, speak to 'em

Hate made the child and spoke up, would evolve a ton

And assisted the murder rate, when that revolver run

It's hard to run, when you don't know what you running from

Yeah I own a gun, but that don't mean I can't be the one

To catch ya names, five shot cause he or she was shameless

Leaving me and my people, arm's brainless

Painless as it seem for me, if I was to go now

Tell me who gon fiend for me, dream of me

Speak be having a team for me, survivor nigga

And tell him what it mean to me, my er'thang

I want to end, what the devil bring

And make it to hear, the angels up in heaven sing, until then

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I'm just sitting here, waiting on God

So I could ask him, is life suppose to be this hard

'Cause the true fears, I know he care for me

Just want to know, if there's a place up there for me

At the sun let the moon take over, and every winter get colder

From a struggling tell you, soldier gon speak soldier

But I can't kill the beef, between that side and that coast

And I can't say what's so white, just like black folk

The road is thin, so is hope for black men

Your own even Benzo, glocks I pack twelve's

Acquainted, since I roamed the allies painted

Looking at the hustlers, on the wall they all became famous

Ghetto love, but died as a often it's been thugs

Sold to a under cuff, saw the cuffs and bust

I did the game off 'em, they brainwashed 'em

Wasn't eighteen, now removing the red stains off 'em

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At thirteen y'all know they right from wrong's, that's why I write these songs

For em, to let the ghetto choose to know that Fiend gon speak for 'em

I can't ignore 'em, if my eyes were sowed shut

And my ears were overstuffed with words like, boy I don't give a

I'm not the recipe, just recognizing when he blessing me

And know my gun won't solve, every time he testing me

Until the death of me, I continue on his legacy

Got a bad temper, but won't let it get the best of me

Stressing me, I know we wasn't put here to sell rocks

Be caught up in the system, locked in cell blocks

I think the world shell shocked, these streets is Vietnam

And the dopest thing I did was, put it in this rhyme

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I mean, they got me sitting here waiting on God