Publisher's Synopsis
I'm sitting here trying to turn life into a pretty picture, But deep inside I know I'm black and the worlds still call me nigger.So now days I wear vest, bullet proof chest, I got a 9 on my hip, a 45 on my shoulder just in case a nigga miss.All I ever wanted was to help Gods children, But all people aint Godly who walk these streets.So take a toast for me, I'm sitting her drinking on Hennessy just to past the time, Smoke a little bit of weed just to clear my mind.Lord it's got to be a better day, I've seen better days, Instead of smoking and drinking liquor, I'd rather pray.Even my hommies praying for me to fail.It's like I'm carrying the world on my shoulders, and I'm stuck in hell. But I aint going. My girl might be having my baby, this shit is crazy.And I aint ready to be married for the baby she carrying.Lord I think about if I have a son or daughter, If I take my child's life will you charge me with murder?Yeah I know right from wrong, but is it wrong to not want to struggle, If I could kiss or talk to my unborn child, I will kiss you, and tell you that I love
