Lyrics:

You know, the worst part about living

is knowin' one day that you gon' have to die

In the meantime, you have to come to terms with yourself, before you die



[Jhaz]

Before I die, laid and put to rest

Before I climb the wall, before I take my last breath

May I come to know the real of it all

Face-to-face with death, discover why the toughest fall

Dog, at home alone at night

My dreams be scary, got a sista fiendin' to the daylight

And if by circumstance, somehow I end up stiff

I promise that I ain't the only one that's gon' end up in a ditch

To all of this, I wish I find a reason why we end up dead

So I be prayin', dog, before I die



[Brina]

Before I flatline, carried away in a casket

I ask this question, Lord: will You be openin' the gates to the green pastures

Or will a sista fall prey to the gates of Hell?

So Brina pass times through these ghetto blues

Had to do what I had to do, really

Survival is the key, everyday tryin' dodge them toe-tags

Gotta good heart, tryin' hard to raise mine

You made room for a sista's jumpstart

Playa haters, they hate me

Will the devil put one of those fools to work

Or will I die of natural cause?

Either way it goes, I feel the hurt, so I ask of You

Lord: keep my family strong on top of this weak game that'll catch 'em, too

I'm on streets of Hell anyday

Amen