Shadow of Death
Livin in the valley of the shadow of death
I gotta get up outta here my life is a mess
I'm sick of the wickedness and I'm sick of the stress
If anybody wanna test, put they body to rest
Lord would you please deliver me from evil
Raise me up on the wings of an eagle
Fly me away to a place that's peaceful
Before I murder all these people
Lord would you help me, with this life of mine?
I'm on the grind cuz times is hard
My mind ain't healthy, if a mothafucka cross my path
Then I'm leavin em scarred
I'm tryna get wealthy, cuz I'm tired of never havin money
Gotta get paid, in a major way
I wear suits that are tailor made
And pick up a briefcase fulla money from day to day
And live large never fade away
If anybody talk shit then get slit with the razor blade
I drink the blood like Gatorade
You mothafuckas shoulda never made me display my rage
I live life in a shade of gray, I got a good side
And a bad side on lay-away
Ready to get up any time, like when I'm in a bind
But I am a little kind, with a sentimental mind
In a pickle all the time, to commit a little crime
Cuz I gotta make a dollar out a nickel and a dime
And a little bit of time cuz shit gets hectic
Got get away, gotta hit this exit
To a better place, in my last words
But I go backwards just like Chris dyslexic
Gotta get the hell away, 'fore I catch a felony
Livin in the hell hole, nothin here to celebrate
Up in the town, where they try to hold you down
Right now, on the ground, gotta find a way to elevate
Yes, gotta get away from the pain and stress
I feel like I'm cursed, I'm tryna be blessed
Will I find peace? Or will I reach death?
Livin in the hell hole of the midwest
I'm losin my patience with every breath
And if I coulda then I woulda left
I see that I'm stuck and I'm not goin nowhere
Right now so I might as well do my dirt
Wonderin will I walk out of my house
And then witness a bullet go through my shirt
Who I hurt, I really don't care
Cuz I'll never let another man murder me
Any mothafucka wanna fight me, in the white tee
I'mma turn it to burgundy
Hurtin me, never will you be
Cuz I'll beat that ass with the urgency
Leavin you bleedin internally
As you get took to the emergency
Room when you meet yo doom
Cuz I bet that you will die during surgery
Ready for war like insurgents be
I'll burn a bitch to the third degree
Do what I gotta for currency
I cannot be here for eternity
It's easy to get in and hard to get out
The opposite of how a virgin be
I feel like the devil is cursin me
By puttin me here just to worsen me
If anyone's able to make it up out of here
I hope that I am the first to be
Leave or either walk through the valley of the shadow of death, take a deep breath, feel the pain deep in my chest
Yes I am in a heap of a mess, plus stress makes me sleep in a vest
Askin the lord to kill the ones who wanna kill me, and see the words creep in my flesh
If anyone lives I'll be reapin the rest
I'mma make my enemies weak and depressed
Lord help me try to make my 'scape
Deliver me from all the fakes and the hate
If I close my eyes and I fall asleep, and I'm still here
In the morning when I wake I will take
The life of any one who wanna mess with me
Even though they wanna see the death of me
I'mma fulfill my destiny, never let this bitch get the best of me
I gotta get up outta here my life is a mess
I'm sick of the wickedness and I'm sick of the stress
If anybody wanna test, put they body to rest
Lord would you please deliver me from evil
Raise me up on the wings of an eagle
Fly me away to a place that's peaceful
Before I murder all these people
Lord would you help me, with this life of mine?
I'm on the grind cuz times is hard
My mind ain't healthy, if a mothafucka cross my path
Then I'm leavin em scarred
I'm tryna get wealthy, cuz I'm tired of never havin money
Gotta get paid, in a major way
I wear suits that are tailor made
And pick up a briefcase fulla money from day to day
And live large never fade away
If anybody talk shit then get slit with the razor blade
I drink the blood like Gatorade
You mothafuckas shoulda never made me display my rage
I live life in a shade of gray, I got a good side
And a bad side on lay-away
Ready to get up any time, like when I'm in a bind
But I am a little kind, with a sentimental mind
In a pickle all the time, to commit a little crime
Cuz I gotta make a dollar out a nickel and a dime
And a little bit of time cuz shit gets hectic
Got get away, gotta hit this exit
To a better place, in my last words
But I go backwards just like Chris dyslexic
Gotta get the hell away, 'fore I catch a felony
Livin in the hell hole, nothin here to celebrate
Up in the town, where they try to hold you down
Right now, on the ground, gotta find a way to elevate
Yes, gotta get away from the pain and stress
I feel like I'm cursed, I'm tryna be blessed
Will I find peace? Or will I reach death?
Livin in the hell hole of the midwest
I'm losin my patience with every breath
And if I coulda then I woulda left
I see that I'm stuck and I'm not goin nowhere
Right now so I might as well do my dirt
Wonderin will I walk out of my house
And then witness a bullet go through my shirt
Who I hurt, I really don't care
Cuz I'll never let another man murder me
Any mothafucka wanna fight me, in the white tee
I'mma turn it to burgundy
Hurtin me, never will you be
Cuz I'll beat that ass with the urgency
Leavin you bleedin internally
As you get took to the emergency
Room when you meet yo doom
Cuz I bet that you will die during surgery
Ready for war like insurgents be
I'll burn a bitch to the third degree
Do what I gotta for currency
I cannot be here for eternity
It's easy to get in and hard to get out
The opposite of how a virgin be
I feel like the devil is cursin me
By puttin me here just to worsen me
If anyone's able to make it up out of here
I hope that I am the first to be
Leave or either walk through the valley of the shadow of death, take a deep breath, feel the pain deep in my chest
Yes I am in a heap of a mess, plus stress makes me sleep in a vest
Askin the lord to kill the ones who wanna kill me, and see the words creep in my flesh
If anyone lives I'll be reapin the rest
I'mma make my enemies weak and depressed
Lord help me try to make my 'scape
Deliver me from all the fakes and the hate
If I close my eyes and I fall asleep, and I'm still here
In the morning when I wake I will take
The life of any one who wanna mess with me
Even though they wanna see the death of me
I'mma fulfill my destiny, never let this bitch get the best of me
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Writer(s): J. A. C. Redford
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