Dear Lord - Obie Trice

Dear Lord, please forgive me, more I live I grow empty

Nothin' in me, point out my enemy I’ll put somethin' in him

Send him on his way when I fuck around his day

(«Okay!») Cause to you they wanna send me

And I ain’t got the energy, I’ll let the clip empty

(«Okay! O-o-o-okay-k-kay! Kay-k-kay, kay-kay!»)

I ain’t gotta walk around town with my chest stuck out

A frown up my face when the press come out

Niggas know what it is, one of the best, no doubt

Doubt that, test him and the S’s come about

Aggression niggas need without

Too aggressive niggas rest under leaves where the G’s hang out

I’m back stronger than ever

D-boy so it’s like whatever, however, whenever

I dare ya, pall bearers bury ya

Pardon my, positivity failure

But they ain’t tryin to hear ya when niggas’ll go and air ya ass out

Send you to the morgue, turn you inside-out

Send you to your momma 'til she pass out

Too many partners in the casket now

These foul bastards, don’t appreciate life so fuck 'em

The P-nina-nina stay dumpin' (Stay dumpin')

Now Trice ain’t all about runnin' his mouth

He do that for a livin', y’all gotta feel him

In the streets he mute, my nigga autism

Don’t confuse this with art-ism

Nigga I refuse to lose, boss in him

Put your people in a pew when the mossberg start spittin'

I’m livin', nigga I’m kiddin' him

Take him from his paradise, Trice on his way to prison

Picture him leavin' his children

I peel 'em, pilgrimage to another region

Them ecstasy pills got niggas schemers

When the weapons spill them same niggas bleedin'

'Fore I leave this world they gon' believe him

O ain’t deceivin' these people, that’s feedin' 'em

The hood’s what he breathin, it’s all good

Leave him in that box all wood (Box all wood)

Trice is nice with aim, put a nigga

In a permanent frame, when a nigga’s

So determined to bang, cause a nigga’s

Switchin' lanes in that European thang

Don’t be mad at your boy-boy, handle business

Cause he push the toy-toy, niggas envious

Crutch him up, Jehovah Witnesses

When the semi’s start spittin', listen (Listen)

(«Okay!»)

(«Okay! O-o-o-okay-k-kay! Kay-k-kay, kay-kay!»)

Dear Lord, please forgive me, more I live I grow empty

Nothin' in me, point out my enemy I’ll put somethin' in him *Blam*