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...