My Life - Remix
My life my struggle the way I live
If there really is a god
Can he forgive my sins
It's too late for me
So just pray for my kids
And hope that they don't have to pay For the things that I did
My life my struggle the way I live
If there really is a god
Can he forgive my sins
It's too late for me
So just pray for my kids
And hope that they don't have to pay For the things that I did
Lived the life of a gangster
Gang banged had shootouts
Home invasion armed robberies
On the dope house
Duct tapped em up
Thrown em in the trunk
Kidnaps carjacks and stickups
Bout that life
Pulled the trigger plenty times
Know my names came up
In a few homicides
Haunted by my wicked ways
They won't let me be
Nightmares incarcerated
With no release
No remorse for the things I done
Or the things I seen
Faith is so few an far in between
So don't try to preach
Cause I don't believe
But if it's true
I don't wanna curse my seeds
And if it's beef then let them be
And we can keep this between you and me
Condemn my soul to misery
As long as they don't have to pay
With their destiny
My life my struggle the way I live
If there really is a god
Can he forgive my sins
It's too late for me
So just pray for my kids
And hope that they don't have to pay For the things that I did
My life my struggle the way I live
If there really is a god
Can he forgive my sins
It's too late for me
So just pray for my kids
And hope that they don't have to pay For the things that I did
Product of my environment
Broken homes and broken dreams
You can't relate if you ain't seen
The things that I seen
Heroin addicts
Smoked out dope fiends
Tryin to make a better way
With these plots and schemes
Probably caught that first body
At fourteen
Didn't stick around
Just heard the screams
Cold hearted I ain't feel a thing
Doesn't mean my kids deserve
Any suffering
Can't punish them
For the life I lived
I was taught if you play
Then you play to win
In my hood you graduate
When you hit the pen
Set for failure in this world
That we livin in
I don't understand
I can't comprehend
But my wrongs made me
Into who I am
Before it's all said an done
I gotta make amends
I can't let my children pay
For all the things I did
My life my struggle the way I live
If there really is a god
Can he forgive my sins
It's too late for me
So just pray for my kids
And hope that they don't have to pay For the things that I did
My life my struggle the way I live
If there really is a god
Can he forgive my sins
It's too late for me
So just pray for my kids
And hope that they don't have to pay For the things that I did
If there really is a god
Can he forgive my sins
It's too late for me
So just pray for my kids
And hope that they don't have to pay For the things that I did
My life my struggle the way I live
If there really is a god
Can he forgive my sins
It's too late for me
So just pray for my kids
And hope that they don't have to pay For the things that I did
Lived the life of a gangster
Gang banged had shootouts
Home invasion armed robberies
On the dope house
Duct tapped em up
Thrown em in the trunk
Kidnaps carjacks and stickups
Bout that life
Pulled the trigger plenty times
Know my names came up
In a few homicides
Haunted by my wicked ways
They won't let me be
Nightmares incarcerated
With no release
No remorse for the things I done
Or the things I seen
Faith is so few an far in between
So don't try to preach
Cause I don't believe
But if it's true
I don't wanna curse my seeds
And if it's beef then let them be
And we can keep this between you and me
Condemn my soul to misery
As long as they don't have to pay
With their destiny
My life my struggle the way I live
If there really is a god
Can he forgive my sins
It's too late for me
So just pray for my kids
And hope that they don't have to pay For the things that I did
My life my struggle the way I live
If there really is a god
Can he forgive my sins
It's too late for me
So just pray for my kids
And hope that they don't have to pay For the things that I did
Product of my environment
Broken homes and broken dreams
You can't relate if you ain't seen
The things that I seen
Heroin addicts
Smoked out dope fiends
Tryin to make a better way
With these plots and schemes
Probably caught that first body
At fourteen
Didn't stick around
Just heard the screams
Cold hearted I ain't feel a thing
Doesn't mean my kids deserve
Any suffering
Can't punish them
For the life I lived
I was taught if you play
Then you play to win
In my hood you graduate
When you hit the pen
Set for failure in this world
That we livin in
I don't understand
I can't comprehend
But my wrongs made me
Into who I am
Before it's all said an done
I gotta make amends
I can't let my children pay
For all the things I did
My life my struggle the way I live
If there really is a god
Can he forgive my sins
It's too late for me
So just pray for my kids
And hope that they don't have to pay For the things that I did
My life my struggle the way I live
If there really is a god
Can he forgive my sins
It's too late for me
So just pray for my kids
And hope that they don't have to pay For the things that I did
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Writer(s): Jason Deross
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