[Verse 1: Proof]
Barely raised by my dysfunctional fam
Here I stand as a dysfunctional man
Quick-tempered, short-fused and pissed at God
Demons pullin' at my soul 'til it's ripped apart
Secret's out, Momma: that fire, I started it
Fuck the fireman logic of the closet by the wire shit
What's positive about a father that bust nuts then wussed up
And a momma that don't show her son enough love?
Shit, that's why I run from my first son
And force these chickenhead bitches to get abortions
I married the game, my mistress isfame
My girl packed her clothes, she know I ain't gon' change
Go insane in a world evil as ours
I done shot at houses, people and cars
The deeper the scars, the worse is the history
God, you ain't gotta forgive me, just don't forget me, you hear me?
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Lord, forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again just to stay on top
I recall memories filled with sin
Over and over again… and again
[Verse 2: Proof]
And most importantly I'm tryin' to support my seeds
Can't seem to get away from them courtin' fees
Embroidery, on my hood across my heart disorderly
Breakin' in houses of people who ain't got more than me
Accordingly, I move in error
Gotta face the fact though, I can't fool this mirror
Neglected my daughter, ain't tryin' to blame on how I was brought up
Like I'm a product of this environment, why ain't I shot up?
Got up today like, "Why you let me breathe again?"
And with each breath I feel death is creepin' in
Thinkin' sinners are winners and I'ma finish last
My pen and pad record my life as each minute pass
Passin' minutes, I shook sin and shook drugs
I did right by you, but still you took Bugz
Then caught me in adultery, fought me
For not knowin' through the dark streets, want me, talk to me
Barely raised by my dysfunctional fam
Here I stand as a dysfunctional man
Quick-tempered, short-fused and pissed at God
Demons pullin' at my soul 'til it's ripped apart
Secret's out, Momma: that fire, I started it
Fuck the fireman logic of the closet by the wire shit
What's positive about a father that bust nuts then wussed up
And a momma that don't show her son enough love?
Shit, that's why I run from my first son
And force these chickenhead bitches to get abortions
I married the game, my mistress isfame
My girl packed her clothes, she know I ain't gon' change
Go insane in a world evil as ours
I done shot at houses, people and cars
The deeper the scars, the worse is the history
God, you ain't gotta forgive me, just don't forget me, you hear me?
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Lord, forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again just to stay on top
I recall memories filled with sin
Over and over again… and again
[Verse 2: Proof]
And most importantly I'm tryin' to support my seeds
Can't seem to get away from them courtin' fees
Embroidery, on my hood across my heart disorderly
Breakin' in houses of people who ain't got more than me
Accordingly, I move in error
Gotta face the fact though, I can't fool this mirror
Neglected my daughter, ain't tryin' to blame on how I was brought up
Like I'm a product of this environment, why ain't I shot up?
Got up today like, "Why you let me breathe again?"
And with each breath I feel death is creepin' in
Thinkin' sinners are winners and I'ma finish last
My pen and pad record my life as each minute pass
Passin' minutes, I shook sin and shook drugs
I did right by you, but still you took Bugz
Then caught me in adultery, fought me
For not knowin' through the dark streets, want me, talk to me
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