Dear Lord

[Intro: Solomon Childs] Yeah, Killa Mob, Red Heroine [Chorus: Solomon Childs] Dear Lord, How could you create me To get mad enough to murder I thought I was to love my brother And my brother to love me Dear Lord [Solomon Childs] I wake up in the morning And think about the snakes that I once called my peers Like fuck that nigga Solomon Childs Written in my baby Mother's project stairs (Mob status) Like if I catch this nigga I'ma put a buck fifty through his beard You can front all you want but a nigga is feared Shit if I told you How just this year alone so many lives was spared Assassins in front of Ma's twenty-one twelve And rhino gear, Sippin on a warm beer Commands comin across radio waves Like the stupid nigga out here He drunk, Shit, You want me leave em here Nah, He ain't a threat He a bit of a self gangsta but far from a threat And God don't like ugly So what's comin to them niggas they gone get Cause they just how my Grandmomma say Ghetto bastards, With no respect And they souls just sink and the Devils submit So Lord I ask Did I develop this anger from the change in my life's events Cause I ain't feel like this when Nas dropped represent And my Pops had the cherry red Corvette Oh well, Whether whatever it is it happened I ask and pray, You spare my soul from any regrets [Chorus w/ Solomon Childs ad-libs] [Outro: Solomon Childs] It's your boy down here, You know When I was young I ain't understand what they meant by You back a rat into a corner then it'll jump But now I'm startin to understand, What that mean All I ask you to do, Is bless the families Of those brothers that keep pushin me