Obie Trice - Dear Lord lyrics

[Chorus] Dear Lord, please forgive me, more I live I grow empty Nothin' in me, point out my enemy I'll put somethin' in him Feelin' like that's the only remedy Send him on his way when I f** around his day ("Okay!") Cause to you they wanna send me And I ain't got the energy, I'll let the clip empty ("Okay! O-o-o-okay-k-kay! Kay-k-kay, kay-kay!") I ain't gotta walk around town with my chest stuck out A frown up my face when the press come out n***az know what it is, one of the best, no doubt Doubt that, test him and the S's come about Aggression n***az need without Too aggressive n***az rest under leaves where the G's hang out I'm back stronger than ever D-boy so it's like whatever, however, whenever I dare ya, pallbearers bury ya Pardon my, positivity failure But they ain't tryin to hear ya when n***az'll go and air ya a** out Send you to the morgue, turn ya inside-out Send you to ya momma 'til she pa** out Too many partners in the casket now These foul ba*tards, don't appreciate life so f** 'em The P-nina-nina stay dumpin (stay dumpin) [Chorus] Now Trice ain't all about runnin his mouth He do that for a livin; y'all gotta feel him In the streets he mute, my n***a autism Don't confuse this with art-ism n***a I refuse to lose, boss in him Put your people in a pew when the mossberg start spittin I'm livin, n***a I'm kiddin him Take him from his paradise, Trice on his way to prison Picture him leavin his children I peel 'em; pilgrimage to another region Them ecstasy pills got n***az schemers[?] When the weapons spill them same n***az bleedin 'Fore I leave this world they gon' believe him O ain't deceivin these people, that's feedin 'em The hood's what he breathin, it's all good Leave him in that box all wood (box all wood) [Chorus] Trice is nice with aim Put a n***a, in a permament frame When a n***a's, so determined to bang Cause a n***a's, switchin lanes in that European thang Don't be mad at your boy-boy, handle business Cause he push the toy-toy, n***az envious Crutch him up, Jehovah Witnesses When the semi's start spittin, listen (listen) [Chorus] (blam) ("Okay!") ("Okay! O-o-o-okay-k-kay! Kay-k-kay, kay-kay!") Dear Lord, please forgive me, more I live I grow empty Nothin in me, point out my enemy I'll put somethin in him {blam}