Spare Me Time"

I know I've been a criminal most of my life, engaged in dope buys and drive-bys, entrapped in a life of crime,/

Never gave a fuck about shit, just stacking my chips, making it big, and trying to live lavish,/

But u got to remember Lord, I had no father, he was a dope head, alcoholic, heart robber,
I was left alone to die when I was a kid, no father, no mother, just me and my fucking sins,/

I had to survive, it was Do or Die, Ball or Die, fuck elementary, the streets is where I need to strive,/

Forgive me, Lord, for those who died in pain, from my finger on the trigger, could you forgive me for those days?
I want to change, so help me get up out this game before a nigga get caught up in the firing range,/

Part#2

Spare me time Lord.....
Why do I feel you're calling me early to the cemetery? Don't you think I'm too young to be buried?

I know it was wrong for me to pull a gun on my mother, but that was years of pain of her not in my corner,

But now I'm older, standing tall like a soulja, and I'm seeing things in new ways, so don't take me under,

I repent for the pain I caused, and bodies that have fallen, and all the cocaine I've done sold to all,

So could you forgive me? Let me live for a century? I'm only 43 don't put me I'm the cemetery,

It's bad enough that I have thoughts of suicide, watching my folks die, I know it's soon to be my time,

Spare me time, to get up out this life of crime, you know it takes time, I just can't change overnight,

So watch my back, when I'm standing on my track, or packing a strap, or just on a mission for scratch,

Part#3

Spare me time Lord...
It's been hard and hectic, for so many years, growing up as an adolescent, with aggression, so I never shed many tears,

But I lived in fear, got shot 4 times and felt my death was near, so before I leave my house, God is the coast clear?

Cause people getting smoked walking to the mailbox, innocent people lives being clocked out, Lord don't let me be on that early route,

It's like we living in a pit of hell, this world is a jail cell, to get up out this game u got to die, that's bail,

So am I hell-bound, or heaven bound? Tell me now, cause it's crazy in my town, on a daily bodies being found,

People playing for keeps, it ain't no love in these streets, it's murder them, or let them muthafuckas murder me,

So how?

Lord you that ain't my style,but if you say sit down, my Lord I'll bow, with no words and no sound my life is yours if you just give me time I vow.........


By, Stan Steel63rd




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