My Passion
Tell me what I'm pose to do
Tell me what I do
My homeboy in them streets
The other locked away
And I need to talk to GOD
But that was yesterday
Man these young one with these guns
Being lead astray
Writing songs get your attention
Before you pass away
But you lost to the streets
What more can I say
Gotta keep it moving
Cause you know I live by faith
Only reason I'm still here
Because I'm saved by Grace
I'm different I close my eyes
I feel my spirit lifting
Cause I rather help you out
They talking down they always doubt
Opinions I don't need them either
Popping pills and having seizures
Pouring up in 2 Liters
Wonder why I call on JESUS
Chasing money chasing fame
This life we live a dirty game
With this knowledge I proclaim
We all break free from these chains
Yea just a man with a different vision
Writing letters to my homie
Cause he stuck in prison
Tell me what I'm pose to do
Tell me what I do
Another mother yea she crying
Her son died for you
Tell me what I'm pose to do
Tell me what I do
Tell me what I'm pose to do
Man what I do
My homeboy locked away
The other in them streets
And their sons far gone
This cycle they repeat
Tell me what I'm pose to do
Tell me what I do
Tell me what I'm pose to do
Man what I do
I read this Bible
So I'm wiser now
I was lost on this road
My talent yea I found
My lil homie 25
On that prison yard
Everyday I think about you
Cause that system flawed
You would rap I would listen
While I smoke cigars
Now I'm living out your dreams
I send my best regards
To your mom and sister
I know it hurt they heart
To see you in that cell
I know that tore ya fam apart
Grew up quick I watch my moves
Pray that GOD deliveries you
Get that hate up out your heart
You want more it's all on you
I'm just writing rhymes I anit lying
I'm just speaking truth
GOD is still alive and you still living
Man that's the proof
Been through everything except dyin
So change your ways
But I know it's hard
A black man livin in a maze
Yea I bow my head and I say a prayer
Reading letters from my homie
So I know he straight
Tell me what I'm pose to do
Tell me what I do
Another mother yea she crying
Her son died for you
Tell me what I'm pose to do
Tell me what I do
Tell me what I'm pose to do
Man what I do
My homeboy locked away
The other in them streets
And their sons far gone
This cycle they repeat
Tell me what I'm pose to do
Tell me what I do
Tell me what I'm pose to do
Man what I do
Tell me what I do
My homeboy in them streets
The other locked away
And I need to talk to GOD
But that was yesterday
Man these young one with these guns
Being lead astray
Writing songs get your attention
Before you pass away
But you lost to the streets
What more can I say
Gotta keep it moving
Cause you know I live by faith
Only reason I'm still here
Because I'm saved by Grace
I'm different I close my eyes
I feel my spirit lifting
Cause I rather help you out
They talking down they always doubt
Opinions I don't need them either
Popping pills and having seizures
Pouring up in 2 Liters
Wonder why I call on JESUS
Chasing money chasing fame
This life we live a dirty game
With this knowledge I proclaim
We all break free from these chains
Yea just a man with a different vision
Writing letters to my homie
Cause he stuck in prison
Tell me what I'm pose to do
Tell me what I do
Another mother yea she crying
Her son died for you
Tell me what I'm pose to do
Tell me what I do
Tell me what I'm pose to do
Man what I do
My homeboy locked away
The other in them streets
And their sons far gone
This cycle they repeat
Tell me what I'm pose to do
Tell me what I do
Tell me what I'm pose to do
Man what I do
I read this Bible
So I'm wiser now
I was lost on this road
My talent yea I found
My lil homie 25
On that prison yard
Everyday I think about you
Cause that system flawed
You would rap I would listen
While I smoke cigars
Now I'm living out your dreams
I send my best regards
To your mom and sister
I know it hurt they heart
To see you in that cell
I know that tore ya fam apart
Grew up quick I watch my moves
Pray that GOD deliveries you
Get that hate up out your heart
You want more it's all on you
I'm just writing rhymes I anit lying
I'm just speaking truth
GOD is still alive and you still living
Man that's the proof
Been through everything except dyin
So change your ways
But I know it's hard
A black man livin in a maze
Yea I bow my head and I say a prayer
Reading letters from my homie
So I know he straight
Tell me what I'm pose to do
Tell me what I do
Another mother yea she crying
Her son died for you
Tell me what I'm pose to do
Tell me what I do
Tell me what I'm pose to do
Man what I do
My homeboy locked away
The other in them streets
And their sons far gone
This cycle they repeat
Tell me what I'm pose to do
Tell me what I do
Tell me what I'm pose to do
Man what I do
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Writer(s): Marcus Green
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