I cry tears

i rather go to hell than dream about goin to heaven/half of my friends r in hell i dont think i can get along with angels/God will probably kick me out cos am so wicked and wild/am a sinner too u'll never see wings on my back/and thats the difference between me and your priest cos i never claim that am holy/we the sins that u planted, so dont be surprised of what u get/in the hood u got two choices, homicide or suicide/either u die or u get killed aint no dreams where am from/we never look u p to he sky/ why we never get no answers/the more u try to get out, the more the wonna see you giving up/9-11 was a joke, my continent has seen more/Rwanda genocide where the F*&% were the cameras/HIV killing us, anti viros they aint giving us/everybody hoping for survival, grab your bible, grab yo rifle/read your verses read the chapters/ make sure you heavy on the waist, dont let my words go to waste/ makesure you ready for the test/ I cry tears.......................

pen n pad

i pick up my pen and turn my sorrows into rap/cos its so easy to be caught up in a trap/ even though we born blind we die with eyes open/life is an open book son read between the lines/sometimes i ask myself is death stalking, keep hoping that heaveans doors remain open/when i die start knocking for God to open/am not afraid of death/am just afraid of meeting God/will he judge me or let me thru the pearly gates/ all these women that i slept with/all the bottles that ave emptied/ and everybody else that ave showed my middle fingure at/ will he send me to hell to battle the devil/ cos me and Lucifer got beef to settle/