Tomorrow\'s Not Promised

It's 3 in the morning

I'm awaken by the sound of the doorbell

Thoughts going through my mind

So I'm getting up to see whats happening

I'm hearing voices so I'm creeping slowly

Just in case they gets to capping

I walk asleep to the door

Next thing I know these fools jumping out of my bushes

and got me face down on the floor

Now I'm getting hit, kicked, and pistoled with

and the only thing that I see was all this blood flying in my spit

Oh my God they're trying to kill the T

And worst then that all these G's were smoked down on PCP

They threw me in my bathtub where I lie in blood

These homies must be thinking I live the life of a thug

They full of hate

Beating me with pipes and weights

And I'm looking for a way out but it seems that theres no escape

Dear God, I'm wondering can you save me

But maybe I should die because this world got me going crazy

Now what am I to do

I'm sad and confused

I'm thinking about my family, friends, and my baby boo, too

Gee, tears run down my eyes as I start to cry

I'm wondering to my self why do the good always have to die

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Tomorrows not promised to me or to you

Awhoo

Death is knocking at your door what you gonna do

Awhoo

Man they finna kill me

they tripping and pulling me out of my bathtub

dragging me through my house

hollering cus I'm getting shocked in my mouth

they stealing my possessions

gapping everything I own

took my VCR and got away with 4,000 bones

I'm outside

They got me at gunpoint

Trying to jack my ride

And if I try to run God knows it would only be suicide

So I better stay

But they still gonna try to pull my car-a