Born to die

My Mama always told me that I was a product of the devil.

Because something deep inside me made me wanna be a rebel.

I never really wanted to die, but now it's like why live.

Tears from my eyes is there a Heaven, does God exist.

And if so, will the gates be open to a soldier like me?

Or am I damned to hell because of the colder side of me?

Dear Lord, Do you hear my prayers at night?

Do I have the strength to fight?

Or should I just take my life?

I'm not scared to die, but I'm scared of where death'll lead me.

Living a life of lies, "On my word" but I don't believe me.

They started digging my grave a few months before I was born.

Making preperations so the whole world could mourn.

I was born to die, destined to fuck things up be fore I go.

Waiting for time to take its toll

A million in cash to sell my soul.

To die means death, and death means defeat.

I don't want to be another victim claimed by these streets.

These is rowdy times

police tape and chalk outlines

no clues and no signs

leads to unsolved crimes

and inner city justice

an eye for an eye

our own mothers don't trust us

because we was born to die