Dedication

[Intro: Centri] If I don’t live another day And we should go our separate ways, okay [Verse 1: AWKWORD] It was pitch black and eerily vacuous for this hour The sky ain't even clouded, no one predicted showers Stay strapped with the umbrella, never be without it Don't forget how much it rains and everything that allows it Raised by a working mom with no pops Made a man on the streets, of a city they forgot Can't stay on this stoop, watching 'em push rocks Got to escape through through Hip Hop, hustling or jump shots If it's getting out of hand and you want to avoid violence Go south, start fresh, stay away from where the crime is But it don't take long, for crime, to find, him And of course, he on something like, 'F it' if I why win 'Til it starts getting hectic, the pressure, it sets in Get restless, wrestling, depression's the next thing The memories get foggy, the vision it lessens The reference, begins, gets home with wet wings Like, 'ahh, yeah, mom's porch, sunlight' Even the weatherman mis-predicts the weather sometimes Stay strapped with the umbrella, never be without it When it rains it downpours, you just, can't get around it When the sewers get clogged and the streets start to flood When it gets too hot and decent people spill blood When everybody grinding, fighting back the bad luck The coffer's, dried up, and every rain drops a slug Day two, after two years, of being away Lived two times, already, at 22 years of age The night was pitch black, like the gloves they raised 22 caliber pistol, 22 shots at close close range [sirens] [Verse 2: AWKWORD] Eyelids flickering, heard the buzzing and beeping Sounded like a hospital room, Christ, am I dreaming? Or did they cut my life short, lived, with no meaning? I heard my ma's voice, too real to be a feeling When I realized I survived I made a pact with God I'm a dedicate the rest, for what I almost just lost I created a show, for local talent to rhyme on it Formed my own company, keep ya Eye On It Represented artists, a few, got high on it I got the heart and the grit, they can rely on it Making independent films, videos with rap veterans The storms still hit, but I'm, better equipped to weather them I formed my own charity, exchanging Guns 4 Cameras Goes deeper than a gun exchange, kids deserve answers Here's the artist's way to shoot, I'll give it some more chances Teach the youth to use umbrellas, now who's afraid of rain dances? [Hook: Centri] If I don’t live another day And we should go our separate ways, okay Just all I ask of you if that is true Is to make sure my story is told If I should live another day Then I will pray that I will change my ways And vow to teach the youth To learn from my mistakes And the path that I chose [Verse 3: Centri] He takes a deep breathe, reflecting on the moment, zoning on how it happened Was it karma that had him trapped in? Perhaps But every waking moment that focused on his opponents, now focused on his atonement Think back, priorities were setup Fighting what God provided cause his instincts wouldn’t let up Felt something was going on, all along he kept strong Before he heard a noise he knew something was wrong Then a flash He was sitting home alone, absorbing that good wisdom, that kept him out of prison Just being thankful for living, but nothing's ever promised to (you) When the wicked comes to take your life what good is honor to you? His will power let out a loud cry He saw bullets, and darkness on the outside His girl is asking who was wit em His peoples tell him, 'whoever did it we gonna get em' But his soul is feeling frigid Right now, he’s just needing a blanket His body's feeling stuck, and it’s the simple things he's asking in that final clutch It's bigger than the force of nature, it’s that vital trust in God and having faith that he will save you With his Midas touch Hoping he sends a golden angel, for a second chance Suddenly, he gasps As he quotes his math to keep himself conscious Like a profit, fighting to regain his life with logic He says: [Hook: Centri] If I don’t live another day And we should go our separate ways, okay Just all I ask of you if that is true Is to make sure my story is told If I should live another day Then I will pray that I will change my ways And vow to teach the youth To learn from my mistakes And the path that I chose