Artist: The Warriors Album: M*A*S*H Song: Lord Forgive Us Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro: Fes Taylor (Pink sample)] (I've had a crazy, crazy life I've had a crazy, crazy life) Growing up in the hood, you know? Going through a lot of things (Nobody came along to open up my eyes) [Chorus 2X: Fes Taylor] Lord forgive us cuz we all sinners Cure us from/of all this evil that sin us Free us from the demons, surrender us It go, it go, let my peoples go I said, I said... [Fes Taylor] How many homies we gotta bury? I sit at they grave sites, late night, lonely in the cemetary Yeah, I been saved, guess I wasn't really ready I reached for the apple, the Devil misled me Sent me down a dead end street Got me getting kicks outta stomping du' head into the concrete How you gain pleasure from pain? The strain make it hard to maintain I'm just trying to explain, anger inside, I tried to restrain But I'm tied in the game, Scarface, have dreams of dying the same Never forget, all the things I inherited My Pop's gift of gab, mother's intelligence Still I made bad choices, trying to go from rags to Rolls Royces Carry on, soap oysters, reality, yo the projects'll carry me Cuz they know I make sure we all live happily [Chorus 2X] [Fes Taylor] Yo, I thank God every time I open my eyes Still I visualize death, times, hoping I die Cuz the pain too much to bear And it wasn't straight the way we grew up like here Born nappy and unhappy, grew to be gun happy Learn to dodge obstacles as they come at me Let fun pass me, childhood, forced to be the man of the house So I act more like a child, understand what I'm 'bout It's like I'm, chasing my teen years, none of it seem clear Sell base to the fiends here, none of it seem fair Race for the green, yeah, for my race I bleed tears Missing my son, wishing my seed was near Baby mama drama, I ain't trying to holla I just wanna be a father, why you wanna see 'em part us? Know and heed my angel, look what the game do Mess around and change you, look in the mirror, plain view [Chorus 2X] [Fes Taylor] Hope my soul ain't lost Balance between right and wrong is so way off One day I pay the cost, so I pray in my thoughts Cuz when ya dreams is nightmares, have a man afraid of his thoughts And life like the weight of the cross I carry on my back, so thankful that I made it across Cuz I could've been a statistic You know a brother that, fit the description Or a bullet that match ballistics Or do a bullet say that I bagged and pitched it? Or in a bag in the freezer like crab legs and fishsticks Live by the words wrote in the Bible But still the roaches got a better chance of survival And why do we risk everything that we have? Just to get more, anything you could grab And my faith, yeah, forever was true But the truth is, I'd rather be in Heaven with you (Heaven with you) [Chorus 2X]