La Petite Mort

You think God hears a prayer said in Hell

Just know i’m doing life in a 6 square mile cell

That i’m sharing with a 100000 sisters and Brothers

Were sentenced to death for sins of thy father and being birthed here by our mothers

And i wouldn't trade it in for the worlds weight in gold

And they haven't built one like me since me i am told

Shot my first gun when only a few feet tall i stood

And it wasn't with my father out hunting in the woods

It was in the streets of my city handgun in my hand

Shooting at the other kids

But you wouldn't understand

See none of us had fathers

Well our fathers werent a man

It was a woman called our mother and we would struggle and

It wasn't living it was surviving and we were constantly at war

War left me nerves of steel and i dont feel much anymore

And love is just a word that i say

And i can't live it because i see it get people killed all day

3 little brothers incarcerated i dont say it for your pity

I mean i can still get you stabbed behind the wall if you fuck with me

I was born to die here in Flint

And i haven't done that yet so in turn i ain't done shit

But lie here naked in the tub

Filling it up with blood

Thinkin how i’m gonna get even

While my body drained of love

They tried to take my life at 27

I tried to take my life too motherfucker it just wasn't happening

I just wanna shoot and bring a body back to Michigan

Thats points on the board

I was stayin up all nite when you would sleep and you would snore

And they wanna say i dont deserve this

I gave up my life to get here

You wanna talk about purpose

You have no purpose speaking

They get killed for that where i come from

Nearly every fuckin evening

La Petite Mort

Tellem the whole story

Tellem you surround yourself with ill intentions

How its bad karma and it eats at you and your henchmen

Father can you hear this

I know i’m asking and i’m worthless

Can you take the shackles from my ankles

Can you remove the bracelets from my wrists

Father can you send for me like ive climbed off into the wind

And it carried me far away from here

And i would never come back here again

Father i’m a rolling stone

And my daddys not around and my mamma ain't home

And the law is always coming after me

And its like i got the Devil on the back of me

I was brought up in schools where they shoot each other in elementary

6 years old we put kids in the cemetery

So when you go to bury me 100 fuckin men will have to carry me

Why

Ill weigh a ton

Why

Ill be carryin 100 fuckin guns

Cuz we die before we run

Money dont buy respect

Money doesnt cure pain

It doesnt take the scars out of my face its who i am

Were not the same

When i get down on my knees to pray the bullet wounds just ache in my legs

I’m not supposed to be on the worlds stage

People arent supposed to hear the words i say

Cuz ive seen death and crying and suffering

And you all speak but youve never seen a fuckin thing

Cuz you are weak cocksucker and i am KING

Or a God in this land as a conscious being

You know sex still sells

And drugs still sell

But the truth doesnt sell never has never will

I’m on the front line

I catch the bullet first

My Brothers carry me or bury me whatever works

Why whenever you speak its from a safe place

Cuz you dont wanna have all these holes in your face

And you dont want addicted to how your own blood tastes

You dont wanna have to get even for murder thats taken place

So i’m riding around loaded gun looking for the enemy

Pray that when i see him God do your best to help me

But dont help me be the better man

Help me have clear vision

Help me have a steady hand

Help me bring this child back to you

And if his family seeks revenge well

Ill be sending them on up too

Before you have an opinion know you would never do what i did to get here

Youd never save up what i saved up

Youd never give up what i gave up left em layin face up

So this morning when my Brothers woke

Tell them to give my things to everyone i know

Give a message to my father too

Tell him i see his face on everyone i shoot

It makes it easy to do…

La Petite Mort