Solomon Childs - Dear Lord lyrics

[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