Don't Let Me Die

(الألبوم: Unfinished Business - 2004)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh
(Dear God, bring our P.O.W.'s home)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh
(And bring our brothers on lockdown, home – amen)

Whoa-oh-oh ya-ya-yeah
Whoa-oh-oh ya-ya-ya-ya!

Geah

He's a nigga from the back block
On everybody laptop who used to slang crack rock
Hov'! And this nigga from the Chi'
Who hold a note like the guy who said the British is coming
My nigga Kels! Oh yeah the niggas is coming
Get out your good dishes or something like it's Thanksgiving nigga
It's Hov'! And none other than the R
And without further adieu, like Freddie get ready it's

Whatever happen Lord, don't send me back
And whenever I did wrong it was your name I cried
I heard you forgave over and over again
But when I found that out I became immune to my sins
Lay wide awake in the middle of my sleep
"I see dead people," and sometimes it's me Lord
I never wanted to be a Thugfather
I only wanted to be a son of a father
Rah, that's how it sounds, it's sad
Worse than the war in Iraq when it's me against I
I gave up the weed and somehow I'm still high
Three years, still seeing the weed in my eyes Lord
Sometimes I don't know what you want from me
But I do know you know what I want from you
Give it to me! C'mon, take away this Hennessy
Take away me running the street
Stop people from hating me, take away all of this jealousy
And prejudice
Thought you said it was a better place
I grew up around pimps, hustlers hoes and project gangsters
Hard to believe in what I can't see
I gotta get this money and feed my family

Whatever deity guides my life
Dear Lord, don't let me die tonight
But if I shall before I wake what shall I say?
It's been a good run from hoodlum to Island estates
How could one who made such foul mistakes
Still be allowed to have a smile on my face?
Hell, whatever the case, I'm glad it wasn't murder
In a town you never heard of from a nickel-plated burner
Now my life's straight like a perm
Try to take the spot I earned muh'fucker better learn
It's Hov'!

He's a nigga from the back block
On everybody laptop who used to slang crack rock
Hov'! And this nigga from the Chi'
Who hold a note like the guy who said the British is coming
My nigga Kels! Oh yeah the niggas is coming
Get out your good dishes or something like it's Thanksgiving nigga
It's Hov'! And none other than the R
And without further adieu, like Freddie get ready it's

Hey boy hear me out, got a few mo' things to say
These niggas be chasing me like everyday
C'mere – no! My life on crutches, devils say
I'll never walk again, but the devil is a liar
Cause I believe within, you're the reason that I'm still here
Even though I don't act like it
Even though I hear my calling and fight it
Fools do me so wrong, it's hard to stay righteous
If pimping was a mountain to heaven, I'd hike it
Believe me Lord, I want you
Got money and fame, and still it just won't do
Sometimes I don't like who I am
When I look in the mirror my reflection is Uncle Sam
And every night I have these weird dreams
That a creature's right beside me – wake up and can't breathe
I feel like it's twenty of me
Going 20 different directions on a one-way street Lord
I got houses, money and cars and met
Every single superstar I, got the whole music industry sewed
But it still don't matter, when I'm gone and my casket closed, go!

Whatever guillotine guides my life
Dear Lord, don't let me die tonight
But if I shall before I wake I'd accept my fate
I did what I did my heart was in the right place
I did so I could live to put food on my plate
You must've loved me not to let it end by 3 that day
Well, whatever the case, I'm glad it wasn't murder
In a town you never heard of from a nickel-plated burner
I guess I'm not finished with my journey
Please forgive me for my sins, shit I'm still trying to learn
Meet Hov'!

He's a nigga from the back block
On everybody laptop who used to slang crack rock
Hov'! And this nigga from the Chi'
Who hold a note like the guy who said the British is coming
My nigga Kels! Oh yeah the niggas is coming
Get out your good dishes or something like it's Thanksgiving nigga
It's Hov'! And none other than the R
And without further adieu, like Freddie get ready it's

Wrap your arms around us God
Let there be peace, and no more war
And bring our soldiers home, let us pray