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