Lyrics:

You think God hears a prayer said in Hell
Just know i’m doing life in a 6 square mile cell
That i’m sharing with a 100000 sisters and Brothers
Were sentenced to death for sins of thy father and being birthed here by our mothers
And i wouldn't trade it in for the worlds weight in gold
And they haven't built one like me since me i am told
Shot my first gun when only a few feet tall i stood
And it wasn't with my father out hunting in the woods
It was in the streets of my city handgun in my hand
Shooting at the other kids
But you wouldn't understand
See none of us had fathers
Well our fathers werent a man
It was a woman called our mother and we would struggle and
It wasn't living it was surviving and we were constantly at war
War left me nerves of steel and i dont feel much anymore
And love is just a word that i say
And i can't live it because i see it get people killed all day
3 little brothers incarcerated i dont say it for your pity
I mean i can still get you stabbed behind the wall if you fuck with me
I was born to die here in Flint
And i haven't done that yet so in turn i ain't done shit
But lie here naked in the tub
Filling it up with blood
Thinkin how i’m gonna get even
While my body drained of love
They tried to take my life at 27
I tried to take my life too motherfucker it just wasn't happening
I just wanna shoot and bring a body back to Michigan
Thats points on the board
I was stayin up all nite when you would sleep and you would snore
And they wanna say i dont deserve this
I gave up my life to get here
You wanna talk about purpose
You have no purpose speaking
They get killed for that where i come from
Nearly every fuckin evening

La Petite Mort

Tellem the whole story
Tellem you surround yourself with ill intentions
How its bad karma and it eats at you and your henchmen
Father can you hear this
I know i’m asking and i’m worthless
Can you take the shackles from my ankles
Can you remove the bracelets from my wrists
Father can you send for me like ive climbed off into the wind
And it carried me far away from here
And i would never come back here again
Father i’m a rolling stone
And my daddys not around and my mamma ain't home
And the law is always coming after me
And its like i got the Devil on the back of me
I was brought up in schools where they shoot each other in elementary
6 years old we put kids in the cemetery
So when you go to bury me 100 fuckin men will have to carry me
Why
Ill weigh a ton
Why
Ill be carryin 100 fuckin guns
Cuz we die before we run
Money dont buy respect
Money doesnt cure pain
It doesnt take the scars out of my face its who i am
Were not the same
When i get down on my knees to pray the bullet wounds just ache in my legs
I’m not supposed to be on the worlds stage
People arent supposed to hear the words i say
Cuz ive seen death and crying and suffering
And you all speak but youve never seen a fuckin thing
Cuz you are weak cocksucker and i am KING
Or a God in this land as a conscious being
You know sex still sells
And drugs still sell
But the truth doesnt sell never has never will
I’m on the front line
I catch the bullet first
My Brothers carry me or bury me whatever works
Why whenever you speak its from a safe place
Cuz you dont wanna have all these holes in your face
And you dont want addicted to how your own blood tastes
You dont wanna have to get even for murder thats taken place
So i’m riding around loaded gun looking for the enemy
Pray that when i see him God do your best to help me
But dont help me be the better man
Help me have clear vision
Help me have a steady hand
Help me bring this child back to you
And if his family seeks revenge well
Ill be sending them on up too
Before you have an opinion know you would never do what i did to get here
Youd never save up what i saved up
Youd never give up what i gave up left em layin face up
So this morning when my Brothers woke
Tell them to give my things to everyone i know
Give a message to my father too
Tell him i see his face on everyone i shoot
It makes it easy to do…

La Petite Mort