[Intro: Solomon Childs]
Yeah, k**a 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 f** that n***a Solomon Childs
Written in my baby Mother's project stairs
(Mob status) Like if I catch this n***a
I'ma put a buck fifty through his beard
You can front all you want but a n***a is feared
sh** if I told you
How just this year alone so many lives was spared
Assa**ins in front of Ma's twenty-one twelve
And rhino gear, Sippin on a warm beer
Commands comin across radio waves
Like the stupid n***a out here
He drunk, sh**, 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 n***as they gone get
Cause they just how my Grandmomma say
Ghetto ba*tards, 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