#Forgiv3n3ss

Ou yea! Yeah yea yeah yeah! Yeah yeah awe yeah Lord forgive me for all that I've done I'm still fighting demons from the way of the gun Once I took that left turn I became hella numb And I hope my karma don't come after my son I jus wanna leave a legacy behind Pure enough that he receives all that he ask of you I jus wanna leave a legacy behind So my son don't go through what I been through Yeah yea awe yea. Yeah yeah. Yea yea yeah yeah. Ou yeah awe yeah (Uh, look) I felt like I was stuck between a rock and a hard place Searching for a heaven without God's face Reaper 'round the corner, same one me and my G's would parlay Yeah, Movin' dem birds on our parquet Lil Penny's addin' up to dollars the Harder Way Gettin' lifted off of Carlos Rossi not Chardonay My NorthFace smelling like the Marley's Blood splat on my Timbo's Cause we jus' Vinatieri'd a nigga until he trembled, Umm Dirty 40 in my grey sweats In that grey Caprice I let it off twice and I ain't caught a case yet D.Hair save me from catching a body For nothing I was itching for a Homi On the other side looking to fold something, Origami You was sucking ya' thumb in Batman pajamee's I was sewing seeds I pray my seed wouldn't inherit Caught up in madness where tigger happy becomes a merit Where QP's and P's is a hustler's term of endearment Over charging off brands they ain't copping nothing on clearance Dear Lord I only sought your face when in a jam Foolishly hoping you couldn't see through what I am Lord forgive me for all that I've done I'm still fighting demons from the way of the gun Once I took that left turn I became hella numb And I hope my karma don't come after my son I jus wanna leave a legacy behind Pure enough that he receives all that he ask of you I jus wanna leave a legacy behind So my son don't go through what I been through Yeah yea awe yea. Yeah yeah. Yea yea yeah yeah. Ou yeah awe yeah I've created so much damage this mirrors bout to shatter To the point where my sons reflection is the only one that matters Making atonement so he succeeds is what I'm after Would hate to think I cursed him from my earlier chapters I got locked for attempted murder not whipping the batter I still got demons in my past that I struggle to master The hustler in me is like let's clock it faster Cause that 9 to 5 got yo' ass hustling backwards But I know that the Tortoise out whitted the Hare So at the finish line my son can spot me there I recall being fatherless I can still shed a tear With a Nixon mask on gun drawn yeah give it here Shirts to skins but what I'm playing is not a pick-up Keep ya hands high this a stick up Don't comply then these slugs will smack you on the back like you hiccup'd I jus' ask here and now Lord forgive us Amen