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| Me and J Wassup J? How are you going today? All alone in that place Its scary cuz I cant see your face You left me like all the others I barely ever see you brother If your good then we'll see You wont stay in the penitentiary So many problems Develop inside Since I cant talk to you I run and hide War on the colors Blue and Red Its getting so hard Some people are dead If you were out You could help me through But its so hard to live without you You say to me "Dont lead a wrong life" Its hurts so bad Because I really do try Its really ironic and hypocritical For you to be Always worried all about me I cannot live a really good life Bcuz I dont have you by my side Please, J, stay out of trouble Return to me safely, big brother The I'll be happy And then we will see How good life is Just you and me By Lil Psycho |
| A Gangstas Praya Heavenly Father please hear me tonight I need so much to live my life right Sometimes the pressure is hard to bare I often wonder if anyone cares How can I wake up and fear a new day? Knowing I have to live my life this crazy way Heavenly Father forgive all my sins I want to change but where do I begin? Give me the strength to resist this crazy life I desire Help me get away from the gunfire Please God bless my mother Who cries every night begging me not to go out And God bless my vato who prays everynight Hoping I'll be alright Heavenly Father Please hear my prayer Let me know your listening up there When will this all end? What is it for? To prove to my homies "Yeah Im down" To let them know Im hardcore? Sometimes I wonder how will I die? Will it by bullet wound, drive by Or a knife in my side? Heavenly Father please hear me tonight Give me the courage to live my life right Help me find peace And show me the way So I know I will see the next day |
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| Para mi Carnalita Mija, I miss you so much I know I've fucked up in life Pero you have to forgive my dangerous touch I think about you night and day I cant wait till that day I get to see you again To hold my carnalita is for what I pray I remember the days we spent together That was in the "free world" and now nothing but that 2 hour visit across the table from you will be better I know I have a long ass time till I get out I know you worry baby sister And we both know it wont be easy, without a doubt The last time I held you in my arms you were 8 I was 14 and I didnt know what would happen That to be free till the age of 18 I couldnt even make I remember gettin locked up I didnt think it would be so bad At first years didnt mean very much But then I heard that judge say "20" Thats when my heart sank And mama started to try to get lots of money I knew I was gonna have to do my time Whether I liked it or not I had no choice The desicion had been mine So now as I lay here on my bunk to think I think of you and you only and how our future Of communication has only 3 choices pencil, paper, and ink By La Dimpolz |