Lyrics A Boy Named... - Austin Steele

Dear God, I'm sorry, I just killed a nigga
He was popping his gums, talking shitty nigga
So I popped my pistol and made him feel me nigga
I promise I'll be the last thing you'll ever see nigga
As I watched his body as it laid on the ground
Subliminals in my head of passing me the crown
Cause I deaded this nigga who really ain't shit
He sold dope to my mama, I hope he sucks dick (Sucks dick)
Rain drops of red is the temptation
Should I let off more rounds or am I hesitating?
My finger wants to fucking pull, my purse salivating
Adrenaline is rising, desires elevating
If I should pull this trigger, nigga I'll be levitating
God can't help me now, fuck it there's no debating
Ima shoot him again
God tell me when
Fuck, the police here
Now shit is complicated

Yeah
Dear God, they got me here on a murder charge
That's twenty-five to life as I stand behind the bar
Everything in here is out my of control
Where were you when I needed you, I'm a loss soul
My momma been on dope, since the early eighties
The addiction didn't stop even stop, with a couple of babies
One lost to the streets, he was seventeen
The other writing this letter hoping that you will see
That I'm not a bad person, just a lost cause
From a city that lives fast and doesn't pause
Never had a chance to make all the changes
My people is dead or in jail like the shits contagious
So now I'm asking you God is there any hope
For a dope baby of sixteen who can't cope
Cause I ain't in baby jail
I'm in general pop
That niggas mans I killed is on the other block

Dear God I'm writing you not sure of what to do
I know now that my worse nightmares has come true
That niggas mans I deaded is on my block
He was one of his pushers, a nigga selling rocks
There's been some whispers from the cellies that he's coming for me
If he wants this smoke he should inform me
Cause God don't get it fucked up, I ain't scared
I won't survive the day because he won't square
Old nigga those tats, that's affiliation
One man under god isn't this your creation?
This reason for my fucking purpose or for my pain?
My fucking bother is dead and momma in chains
So let that nigga come and take this life
I don't want it no more, it feels like a knife
That has stabbed me in the gut since I was conceived
I always carried this bible, I think I was deceived
And I can't take it no more
You know I wanted so more
Waiting to be shanked by people standing outside the doors
Who could careless about all I bare
So let this be my final letter because life ain't fair
No decision was mine
Life never gave me the time
So I'm asking you God to accept me of all my crimes
Cause P.S. no weapon formed against me shall prosper
I'll take my own life with this shank
Only to be judged by my father
Sincerely yours, a boy named...