Scriptures

[I'm just a boy from the-]
Aye keep your head up
Eventually stars go away
Shit..
At least I think so..
But you just gotta throw it out
Pray for the best and prepare for the worst
That's all you really can do when it's life or saint
Take a chance and steal freedom
Or stay down and pray eventually you come up
But whatever route you pick
Make sure you know what you signing up for
Cause death always lurking and it don't gotta name
And it damn sure don't got no age

This ain't a rap it's a scripture for my Ghetto Journal
Earning stripes we outside sum like a colonel
I ain't preaching just to preach this for you to learn
Judging heaven or our side and thesе bullets burn
Be careful what you pick its еither life or death
Forever clutchin' start to show before they take my breath
Guarantee to take em with me if I ever rest
He said I'm slipping he for sure must be off a med
Ima stand on everything I mean what I said
If I'm squeezin' ima bust till ain't nothing left
Free the homies fighting life that really made a mess
And for the ones that got sentenced just hold your head
I remember sitting down I had my momma stressed
Judge try to max me out but I passed my test
Pug gotta dead opps I say it with my chest
They like Peysoh slow down boy you really blessed
I ain't taking none for granted its just hard to change
Been feeling off my other half stuck inside a grave
Don't mention him I'm killing anything behind his name
Best believe when they took em had to bust a brain
Ain't shit moms can really do every night she pray
Bounced off walked em down and shot em in the face
They ain't cared about me watching so I did the same
Brain washed by all the homies who am I to blame
Dot red beam loser headshot I still feel the pain
I'm blowing up but I still feel stuck in a way
I'm traumatized of using drugs just to keep me sane
Ain't got no heart as far as feeling washed em down a drain
The devil made me do it ain't have no option
Committing sins I gotta deal with inside a coffin
Taping up the sucker side boy we do that often
You ain't tryna see the homie I suggest you stop it
It's do or die the main goal is to just survive
You gotta kill or be killed in this life of crime
Have your whole family hurt before my momma cry
Can't come around if you scary everybody slide
Granny told me they have that look back and summerize
They took my brother now she know somebody gotta die
We on they block in all black you pussies better hide
Ain't seen em yet we taking trips every other night

Demons in my hide they tryna take my over
Why you bragging bout that skid if you ain't do it sober?
We serving niggas left and right like we taking orders
Rest in peace my ghetto angels do this for my soldiers
If my brother ever miss I'm coming up the shoulder
Joining up to any beef sum like oger
He say I'm laying down soon man that boy a smoker
FNs blue tips stopping niggas motors
Quick to leave a nigga leaking with a supersoaker
Let em try it he gon see that my jumper colder
Step back get em dirty hit em with a floater
My aim just keep getting better as I'm getting older

It can get ugly, it can get ugly, it can get ugly, it can get ugly
This shit can get real ugly
Just pray for me
And hope that one day I'll make it out this shit