Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
LaDontay Fruquan Gardner
Songwriter
Marques Lee
Songwriter
Hondo Jarmon
Songwriter
Lyrics
I remember them days when
I was scorned
Felt like I was caged in
In a war zone
Surrounded by brave men
And round here
Ain't a medal for taking life
Conversation weird
Kinda feel like breaking ice
A debt for my sins
Tell me who gon pay the price
My mother would pray
To homies you prey for me
Wake up in the morning
Glad it's a new day for me
You feel hopeless
Drank sipping
Steel toting
Work to be done
Guess I gotta steel toe it
A big Steppa
No tip toeing
Seen a body drop
Soul lifted
At the scene his wig still smoking
I been trying
Lot of days I been crying
Why the homies keep dying
Why the homies keep dying
I been blessed
Yeah even through the stress
It's some gains in the pain
Used to look up to the sky like…
Lord, Lord, Lord
You don't hear me no more
So I ain't knocking at your door
And I ain't coming back no more
Lord
You change on God
It hurts worse than a broken bone
I never cried
Until the reaper hit close to home
Long journeys through my mind
I took most alone
I ain't trying to Google nothing
But stay close to chrome
I guess everybody got expirations
You gotta move wit a purpose
No hesitation
As of late
I'm showing more dedication
When you're great
Success takes separation
You gotta pay for time
Or pay me no mind
I walked straight to the front
No waiting in line
I make what's tough look easy
I'm pacing my stride
You either wit me or against me
No wavering sides
I know that I'm here for a real reason
Been backstabbed
Some wounds they're still bleeding
Some tried to snatch my plate
Yet I'm still eating
Some people that I lost in my life
I be still grieving
Lord, Lord, Lord
You don't hear me no more
So I ain't knocking at your door
And I ain't coming back no more
Lord
Written by: Hondo Jarmon, LaDontay Fruquan Gardner, Marques Lee
