Waiting on God

(*talking*) K, we ain't got one reason for everything, you know I'm saying This right here, is for all my survivors, all of em you know I'm saying Grow to the way, you know I'm saying All our soldiers world wide, you know I'm saying Midwest, Northwest, East, West whatever, South To all our thugs, you know I'm saying, all the way to United States New York, I-I gotta get this off my chest one way or another Go on, speak to em [Fiend] Hate made the child and spoke up, would evolve a ton And assisted the murder rate, when that revolver run It's hard to run, when you don't know what you running from Yeah I own a gun, but that don't mean I can't be the one To catch ya names, five shot cause he or she was shameless Leaving me and my people, arm's brainless Painless as it seem for me, if I was to go now Tell me who gon fiend for me, dream of me Speak be having a team for me, survivor nigga And tell him what it mean to me, my er'thang I wanna end, what the devil bring And make it to hear, the angels up in heaven sing, until then [Hook - 2x] I'm just sitting here, waiting on God So I could ask him, is life suppose to be this hard Cause the true fears, I know he care for me Just wanna know, if there's a place up there for me [Fiend] At the sun let the moon take over, and every winter get colder From a struggling tell you, soldier gon speak soldier But I can't kill the beef, between that side and that coast And I can't say what's so white, just like black folk The road is thin, so is hope for black men Your own even Benzo, Glocks I pack twelve's Acquainted, since I roamed the allies painted Looking at the hustlers, on the wall they all became famous Ghetto love, but died as a often it's been thugs Sold to a under cuff, saw the cuffs and bust I did the game off em, they brainwashed em Wasn't 18, now removing the red stains off em [Hook - 2x] [Fiend] At 13 y'all know they right from wrong's, that's why I write these songs For em, to let the ghetto choose to know that Fiend gon speak for em I can't ignore em, if my eyes were sowed shut And my ears were overstuffed with words like, boy I don't give a.. I'm not the recipe, just recognizing when he blessing me And know my gun won't solve, everytime he testing me Until the death of me, I continue on his legacy Got a bad temper, but won't let it get the best of me Stressing me, I know we wasn't put here to sell rocks Be caught up in the system, locked in cell blocks I think the world shell shocked, these streets is Vietnam And the dopest thing I did was, put it in this rhyme [Hook - 4x] I mean, they got me sitting here waiting on God..