Don't Let Me Die

He's a **** from the back block

On everybody laptop who used to slang crack rock (Hov)

Hit this **** from the shower

Hold a note like the guy who said the British is coming (My **** Cam)

Oh, yeah, the **** is comin'

Get out ya good dishes or somethin' like it's Thanksgivin', **** (Hov)

And none other than da "R"

Without further ado like Freddy get ready it's

Whatever happened Lord, don't pass me by

'Cause whenever I did wrong it was ya name I cried

I heard you forgave over and over again

But when I found out I love you, you became immune to my sins

Laid wide awake in da middle of my sleep (I see dead people)

And sometimes it's me, Lord

I never wanted to be a thug father

I only wanted to be a son of a father

That's how it sounds inside, worse than the war in Iraq

When it's me against I

I gave up da weed and somehow I'm still high

Three years still seein' them three guys, Lord

Sometimes I don't know what you want from me

But I do know you know what I want from you

Give it to me (Come on)

Take away this Hennessy, take away me runnin' the streets

Stop people from rapin' me, take away all this jealousy and prejudicy

Lord, you said it was a better place, I grew up around pimps

Hustlers, hoes, and project gates

It's hard to believe in what I can't see

I gotta get this money and feed my family

Whatever in me guides my life, dear Lord don't let me die tonight

But if I shall before I wake, what shall I say?

It's been a good run from hoodlum to outin' da states

How could one who made such foul mistakes

Still be allowed to have a smile on my face?

How whatever da case I'm glad it wasn't murder

In a town you never heard of from a nickel plated burner

Now my life straight like a perm, tried to take da spot I earn

Motherfucker better learn this (It's Hov)

He's a **** from the back block

On everybody laptop who used to slang crack rock

Hit this **** from the shower

Hold a note like the guy who said the British is coming (Hov)

Oh, yeah, the **** is comin'

Get out ya good dishes or somethin' like it's Thanksgivin', ****

And none other than da "R"

Without further ado like Freddy get ready it's

Lord, hear this out, got a few more things to say

These demons be chasin' me like everyday (Come here)

Nah, my life on crutches , never say I'll never walk again

But the devil is a lie 'cause I believe within'

You're the reason that I'm still here, even though I don't act like it

Even though I hear my callin' and fight it

Fools do me so wrong, it's hard to stay righteous

Pimpin' was allowed to happen, I'll hide it

Believe me Lord I want you

Got money and fame but still it just won't do

Sometimes I don't like who I am

When I look in the mirror my reflection is Uncle Sam (Uncle Sam)

And every night I have these weird dreams

That a preacher trapped inside of me wake up and can't breathe

I feel like it's twenty of me

Goin' twenty different directions on a one way street Lord

I got houses, money and cars, and met every single superstar

I got da whole music industry sold, but it still don't matter

When I'm gone and my casket closed

Whatever guillotine guides my life, dear Lord don't let me die tonight

(Oh, Lord, don't let me die)

But if I shall before I wake, I'll accept my fate

I did what I did, my heart was in the right place

I guess so I can live it put food on my plate

You must still love me not to let it end by three that day

Well whatever the case I'm glad it wasn't muder

In a town you never heard of from a nickel plated burner

I guess I'm not finished with my journey, please forgive me for my sins

Shit, I'm still tryna learn me (It's Hov)

He's a **** from the back block

On everybody laptop who used to slang crack rock

Hit this **** from the shower

Hold a note like the guy who said the British is coming (Hov)

Oh, yeah, the **** is comin'

Get out ya good dishes or somethin' like it's Thanksgivin', ****

And none other than da "R"

Without further ado like Freddy get ready it's

(Many men Have come and gone in these streets) Feel me

(Walked alone in these streets, waitin' to hear from you)

Come on, Lord (Oh, Lord)

Wrap your arms around us God (Wrap Your arms, God)

Let there be peace and no more war (Around the hood)

Bring our soldiers home, let us pray (Come on)