Survivor’s Remorse (Rough Draft)

[Intro]
Feel like I had too many chances
Oh, the blame it's on me
I feel the sand around me
I see His angels 'round me

[Verse]
East side, east side
Young boy on the east side, t
Tryna stay clear of the street life
Mama said be [?] about the street life
She praying 'bout things she can't control
Look at my life and I wonder why am I still here
We lost way to many loved ones, wish they were still here
How comes it feels like each summer we shed a new tear
New tear

[Outro]
Feel like I had too many chances