Not My Time

Let me talk to em

You need to pay attention to the truth

You know it's here

For every death brings new life

And with new life

Our chances are limited

They say it's limited by the experiences

That we may come across on a day to day basis

It's limited by the circumstances of us bein less fortunate in life

They it's limited by the spirit and hope that we have

That everybody try to take from you

But then it's unlimited when you find peace wit god

Come take a walk through the hood wit me

Where fake is at a lower lever cuz pressure is hard

30 yearz in a cell wil leave a killer acquainted wit god

Goin to war with pain will leave you internally scared

Watchin the world crash is kinda odd

We in the last dayz is what they tellin me

8 year old children bein convicted of a felony

Never hadda life stereo type from what they bred to be

Momma dead daddy prolly somethin they will never see

The economy underfire by president bush

That's why the hood spend most of their dayz

Blowin president kush the way he got us given daily

Give us a reason to push unless he on the verge of suicide

And we give em a push

Katrina came and left our neighbors wit some deadly weather

And off the rip I beg the lord to try to make it better

I feel they pain so now I ride wit them like it's whatever

Yea I represent for New Orleans and Texas together

I gotta kipe the other day from my homie on lock

They beg me not to swtch up like rest look here

Homie i'm not

So every chance I get to roll I'm comin the blok

I'm in the pennitentary walls til they tell me to stop

I witness murder by the minute on anothe skill

Sirens and a couple shots mean another body still

Even if we see it rules got us unable to tell

My heart goes out to all those victims who done been through hell

Children molested by these cowards who ain't in at all

As long as I'm lvin I ain't gon let these cowards win at all

And for my people I'mma stand up till a soldier fall

I'm so serious ain't no need for me to grin at all

And on another know my girl homie momma is a smoker

I promise I wanna help but she duk off when I approach her

I'm so sensitive to the pain that I'm numb

Put the world against me on my babies I ain't finna run

And speakin of babies I'm seein babies havin babies

Hoe ass niggas skeetin in these kids like they grown ladies

Hey tell life gon get better if Obama win

I agree as long as he don't switch up in the end

My brother been in the pen a little over ten

I gotta send him pictures just to help em live again

I let em know theres no limit how far this end extend

If I gotta die to see em free then i'll be chekin in

Thats on my spirit homie

The vultures are comin

Their hunting for Your blodd

Their circlin the streets

But don't give em what they want

Don't give em what they want

And I know you got a secret

And it's casuin you pain

So lay low baby

It won't hurt you again

It won't hurt you again

It won't hurt you again

It won't hurt you again

I look through these eyes

And these eyes only

I live through this life

Sometimes it's loney

I look through these eyes

And these eyes only

I live this life

Sometimes it's lonely

Sometimes it's lonely

My life my life my life