X-Raided
Lord Have Mercy
If I gotta burn in fireFeel the flamesFor my loved ones to excel in this gameThen let it burnLet it burnAs I lay me down to sleepI pray to the Lord that my soul he keepsNobody weeps when a G diesBut like Maya Angelou still we riseMama tried to keep me home at nightBut despite her attemptsI hung with the macks and the pimpsSidin' with the Rip'sNot 'cause I like blue if you like redI did it 'cause I never did like youAnd it said the good die youngI don't recognize myself what have I become?Can you tell me why am I headed for a dead end?Why I got another dead friend?Why they surround me- dead men?Everywhere I look right and leftFlip another page in the book of life and deathIt's comin'- I feel it breathin' down my backIt got me runnin' Grim Reap ain't cuttin' no slackWhat can I do where can I goLetras de cancionesLord forgive me for all I did 'cause I didn't knowAnd when my heart beats it's last tickSomebody sat these three words in my casket:Lord have mercy[chorus]Lord forgive me for all the wrong that I didAll of the pain that I inflicted as a kidOn Judgement Day consider this before you curse meI was only a child so Lord have mercyForgive me for all the wrong that I've doneAll of the pain I inflicted when I was youngOn Judgement Day consider this before you curse meI was only a child so Lord have mercyShould I die before I wakeDon't shed a tear Mama 'cause I finally escapedNo more drama no more blood sweat and tearsNo more pressure from my peersand no more fearsI rest in peace- how long will it lastFore I have to answer for what I did in the pastIllin' - willin' and dealin' cops always after meI call it survival and you call it misanthropyBut let the record reflect circumstances were suspectBut you couldn't care less- mannWhile I struggle to surviveYou turned your eyes- plugged your up earsIgnored my criesNow Ms. America sayin' we scarin' herBut she can give me Liberty or Death- I'm darin' herEither one'll set me free- that's all I want to beBut that ain't what y'all want to seeYou'd rather see me killin' up my own in the ghettoOr sellin' blow to anybody Black, Brown, or YellowBut forget that- I'm tryin' to get my head rightEven if it mean I gotta get dead tonightLord have mercy forgive me[chorus]Forgive me for the blood that his body bledAnd all the tears that his Mommy shedBook says 'Thou Shalt Not Kill'But I done seen more blood spilledThan the vets on Hamburger Hill- it's realPost War Syndrome- went to see my homieBut his Mama told me that the homie been goneEverytime I turn around it be another body on the groundWith fresh gunshot wounds but he didn't hear a soundWhen he came out the roomNobody told him he would be dead so soonBut the gauge went boom Ms. America,I know you got a cure for AIDSBut we need a cure for Raid who on a rampageCan you feel it- the tensions in the air thickHate got me so high I'm gettin' airsickGot my people broke lookin for a buck to borrowDoin it one day at a time fuck your sorrowFuck tomorrow I want revengeI got a Beretta named VendettaTime to answer for your sin- manWhen you meet your creator- tell him I apologizeBut I gotta ride Lord have mercy forgive me...[chorus]
From Letras Mania