[Verse 1: Z-Ro]
No more letters to the president this one is to Jehovah
What was born into the world as a christian now becomes a soldier
I'm pimping the pen from living a sin so niggas like my songs
Chef Ro-D up in the kitchen so these cluckers like my stones
Mo-City Texas that's my home but i'm known to be a loner
There be no witness to this crime when i'm creeping the fuck up on ya
One by one with a cigarette maybe Newport shorts and a box of possibly Kools
Cause a nigga do anything to get paid they say i'm a god damn fool
I conversate with momma but she can't answer me back
I'm in the world one deep missing that lady cause that cancer did that
Got a nigga looking for a wife but most of these hoes be living in shife
Wait till a nigga get paid then get laid and try to take a niggas life
I just can't take no more my heart is broken it got to many cracks
See the woman i love don't need a pistol cause she be killing me with that
So look into my eyes and please tell me what you see
Will they open the pearly gates for me i wanna be free
[Chorus: Z-Ro]x2
I wonder if the sun shines on the other side
Cause i bet my momma ain't seen a rainy day since she died
And maybe being gone ain't all that bad
Its gotta be better then wasting time with a pen and a pad
[Verse 2: Z-Ro]
Living in poverty ain't a part of the plan
So i'm on the corner hustling with work in my hand
I know my momma wouldn't approve of my lifestyle
But i must get it the way i live and its right now
My nigga my credits fucked up so i can't put nothing in my name
Let alone i'm having hard time maintaining some change
I'm so familiar with anger smoking weed can't even stop the pain
I walk assured please god stop the rain
While i'm fiendin for heaven seems like hell is what i'm living for
My destiny is to die or forever walk the prison floor
How can i be man 24 with no home i'm puttin a piece to your dome and leavin it like the ozone
A cold cold world that we living in
Killers will take your life and it ain't gotta be about no dividends
Forgive me for my sins i'm just tryna make it
Tryna keep my pistol from my head cause i just can't take it
No more letters to the president this one is to Jehovah
What was born into the world as a christian now becomes a soldier
I'm pimping the pen from living a sin so niggas like my songs
Chef Ro-D up in the kitchen so these cluckers like my stones
Mo-City Texas that's my home but i'm known to be a loner
There be no witness to this crime when i'm creeping the fuck up on ya
One by one with a cigarette maybe Newport shorts and a box of possibly Kools
Cause a nigga do anything to get paid they say i'm a god damn fool
I conversate with momma but she can't answer me back
I'm in the world one deep missing that lady cause that cancer did that
Got a nigga looking for a wife but most of these hoes be living in shife
Wait till a nigga get paid then get laid and try to take a niggas life
I just can't take no more my heart is broken it got to many cracks
See the woman i love don't need a pistol cause she be killing me with that
So look into my eyes and please tell me what you see
Will they open the pearly gates for me i wanna be free
[Chorus: Z-Ro]x2
I wonder if the sun shines on the other side
Cause i bet my momma ain't seen a rainy day since she died
And maybe being gone ain't all that bad
Its gotta be better then wasting time with a pen and a pad
[Verse 2: Z-Ro]
Living in poverty ain't a part of the plan
So i'm on the corner hustling with work in my hand
I know my momma wouldn't approve of my lifestyle
But i must get it the way i live and its right now
My nigga my credits fucked up so i can't put nothing in my name
Let alone i'm having hard time maintaining some change
I'm so familiar with anger smoking weed can't even stop the pain
I walk assured please god stop the rain
While i'm fiendin for heaven seems like hell is what i'm living for
My destiny is to die or forever walk the prison floor
How can i be man 24 with no home i'm puttin a piece to your dome and leavin it like the ozone
A cold cold world that we living in
Killers will take your life and it ain't gotta be about no dividends
Forgive me for my sins i'm just tryna make it
Tryna keep my pistol from my head cause i just can't take it
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