Текст песни Dear God - Shyheim
Dear
god,
I
wonder
can
you
save
me?
I′m
workin
out
in
this
world
that
you
made
g
Homicide
rapes
and
robberies
When
it
happens
in
my
neighborhood
police
they
look
for
me
I'm
the
prime
suspect
in
the
projects
I
got
this
fucked
up
rep
that
keeps
me
behind
a
step
Always
broke
so
I
got
this
attitude
In
my
lab
never
fool
my
man,
this
is
crazy
rude
Gyros
and
pizza,
be
my
lunch
and
dinner
I
know
that
I′m
a
sinner,
but
God
help
me
out
nigga
I
got
problems
that
only
death
could
solve
A
high
school
drop
out,
and
my
ged
won't
get
me
no
job
My
family
be
callin
me
a
loser
Moms
she's
a
boozer,
got
me
livin
life
with
no
future
The
only
thing
that
keeps
me
strivin
is
rhymin
and
uhh
Bump
n
grindin
besides
that
I
feel
like
dying
Word
to
my
peoples
in
the
essence
I
send
my
blessings
I
know
you
gone,
but
it
might
be
for
the
best
′Cause
life
is
full
of
stress
And
the
projects
you
won′t
progress
God,
fuck
the
world,
it's
a
mess
Pop
da
brown
hornet
Dear,
god,
as
I
look
into
the
sky
I
pray
to
you,
and
i,
wonder
why
I
wonder
why
things
be
the
way
they
are
So
until
then
I
pray
for
that
it
ends
tomorr
Two:
shyheim
I′m
in
another
world
lookin
from
the
outside
in
A
corrupt
planet,
operating
strictly
off
sin
You
ask
me
will
I
miss
this
joint
when
I
pass
The
world
can
kiss
my
ass,
I'm
staring
at
the
hour
glass
Every
day
lived,
is
a
step
towards
death
It′s
not
til
you're
dead
that
your
bodies
at
rest
A
funeral
should
be
a
celebration,
everyone
embracin
This
song′ll
be
my
dedication,
unto
The
two
cent
s,
my
cousin
duana,
and
case
Rest
in
peace
no-one
can
ever
take
your
place
The
pain
is
eternal
No-one
to
turn
to
when
I
sit
and
think
about
you
No
longer
in
the
physical,
dealing
with
your
spiritual
essence
You're
gone
but
we
still
feel
your
presence
Nothing
can
bring
you
back,
black
Still
and
all
it's
just
a
fact
that
you
gone
Dive
I
intox
on
the
bar,
a
dagger
in
the
heart
For
every
lifeforce
that
gets
a
brand
new
start
It′s
the
harsh
reality
you′re
forced
to
deal
with
Another
family
hit
crawling
in
a
endless
pit
Of
sorrow,
no-one's
promised
tomorrow
2x
Three:
shyheim
(It
seems
like
the
good
times
vs
the
bad
times)
Yo
I
barely
go
to
school
′cause
crime
be
on
my
mind
Fuck
local
hits
to
leakers
that's
all
in
the
past
And
I′m
livin
for
the
future
gotta
make
the
great
cash
(Slow
down
shorty,
goodness
come
to
those
that
wait
If
you
move
too
fast
I
might
be
going
to
your
wake)
True
indeed,
but
I
got
mouths
to
feed
Members
of
my
family
upstate
in
need
for
commisary
And
if
you
stressin
me,
gettin
the,
best
of
me
So
it
seems
like
life
is
my
worst
enemy
(Don't
let
it
get
to
you,
shy
Life
is
what
you
make
it,
you
can′t
escape
it
Play
you
like
a
bitch
and
just
take
it)
Hell
no,
'cause
when
I'm
goin,
I′m
goin
out
with
style
With
two
macs
going
to
war
with
the
other
side
of
town
Ain′t
nuttin
sweet
about
me,
pop
let
them
niggaz
know
I'm
countin
blood
money,
′cause
I'm
a
thug
honey
I
use
the
world
as
my
zoo,
I
ain′t
no
fuckin
dummy
I'm
street
smart,
I
tear
a
college
grad
apart
(I
gets
amped
when
I
think
about
the
slave
camps
I
feel
the
pain,
use
a
tec-9
to
brake
away
the
chain)
Yo
calm
down
big
fella
everything
gonna
be
aight
Go
lookin
for
them
blues
you
got
a
nigga
wanna
do
right
(Don′t
sweat
it,
just
play
the
game
of
life
at
your
best
Life
is
full
of
stress
and
in
the
projects
you
won't
progress
Shy
fuck
the
world
it's
a
mess)
Yeah
aight
2x
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