Dear Lord-Kokane

Dear Lord - Kokane Got all minety, I'm on my beat and eights I'll be down for so long that my knees start to bleed I'm having nightmares of dead bodys Wrapet and blood shives I wake up in coat sweat from a deep deep sleep I need the exercise somehting dark is coming Deliver me Lord, I'm right ito help cross my stomach Mentaly institution alive, criminal mind it Run and never let know ni**a see me hard time Anc caught between good legal But it's time to see like evil has to up his hand Is hard to God With inncocent people get killed Why they have to die And leave the family wandering why Some niggas said they don't feel death Until they look into your face to gran only protect your last breath Ain't no fire, the devil is a liar That could say to your soul if you want to remind Dear Lord I hope you hear me this day I'm hearing voices in my head every time that I pray Trelling me yo stay away, demon's f**king with my mind Like sand to another glass, I'm running out of time Dear Lord I hope you hear me this day I'm hearing voices in my head every time that I pray Trelling me yo stay away, this thing f**king with my mind Like sand to another glass, I'm running out of time I put one in the chamber to spin it around Put the pistol to my dong and click is the sound I guess iot's not my time to go man I get high of an over cane just to easy the pain I never meant to doubt your father but in reality Even when Jesus die on the cro he said why God no seaking me I got so many question, questions that need answers Two stepping with the devil when the devil is dirty dancing From the pretures to the pope to the footbal coach They takling bad from the little key it's playing silbo Glad for me to be somebody next to your house That's way I'm glad and my grandma never put me in the boys couch Whatever happend the loyalty it must come risk Ni**a you snich on your own mama just to get a bus pass World so f**ked up it ain't a place to run Sometime I wish the Mesia will hurry up and come Dear Lord I hope you hear me this day I'm hearing voices in my head every time that I pray Telling me to stay away, demon's f**king with my mind Like sand to another glass, I'm running out of time Dear Lord I hope you hear me this day I'm hearing voices in my head every time that I pray Telling me to stay away, demon's f**king with my mind Like sand to another glass, I'm running out of time Do you run and come...but you can't taking on yourself The people dieing on the streets, they crying out for help Ooh why don't you come and save us? But someone when I talk to you it seems that you're my dad