AutobiHography

Every single day I wake I pray
That it won't be the day I stray away
Ay
Forgive me for what I've done
Let me know I'm still your son
Right here right now

[Verse: Sevin]
C'mon
Let me bring the truth to the speculations
While ya'll question my reputation
Long before the rap game
To the grave I made my reservations
I was just a lonely child
Parents always told me smile
Had to survive as well as comply
What they holdin' now
Grew up on the front pew
Never really took heed
So much hypocrisy the block and me
Bound in debauchery
Often we'd
Sneak out of Sunday school
Stealing candy from the corner store
Thinkin' it was someway cool
Graduated with a BA from gunplay school
Smokin' on the freeway
Mid 90s reality strikes and hits harder
Lost my only brother dog
The memory gets farther
5 niggas dippin' down a windy mountain highway
Lost control
My bro was the only one that lost his soul
He died brutally
We later found out that the same dude who read his eulogy
Robbed his corpse of his jewelry
Needless to say well that dude ain't last long
I ain't one for gossip so...
We'll just say he passed on
Smoked my first cigarette the day my nigga went
And since he left my chest
Had to pay the rest
Then we lost 'Pac
I never met him face to face
But the pain in the art is what connected us
Haste to haste
BIG died, Pun died
My cut's son died
6 shots breath slipped away
Though his lungs tried
Robbin niggas set him up
For a dice game they wet him up
Northside esse's for awhile I was prejudice
I was with him all day
In that hallway
Bone to my zone got home phone ringin' as they call me
Hysterically explainin' and
Less than layman's
How they came in and slayed him
Put the shells in the guage and smashed to the north
Somebody pass me a 'port
That niggas dying on blood
Smash the remorse
The streets is so ill
The zone is so real
Before he could leave and throw em still
He got his dome peeled
I was never satisfied I felt he died mercifully
I wished to God I was the one that wet his shirt personally
I can never bring my kin back home
No matter how many shells I had put in that dome
Cuz death is final
So I put my breath on the vinyl
History repeats itself my section is primal
Uh
I used to sell sacks in the back of the glass
With a backpack strap and a mask
Olympic speed when I dash from the cab to Broadway
Residential yards
Where we practiced the blast
Almost wish I never learned half the things I picked up
But I had to adapt to the pack or get clipped up
I remember my homie told me
"I ain't trying to sock a thing
Unless Don King is promoting me in the boxing ring"
And then shot this racist in the face
And by the end of his case his whole life was a waste
Gone
I got a homeboy doing 33 for robbin' banks
That's Scottie Pippen time
It started off, but dog I'm getting mine
Now he's getting nothing else but his commissary
He'll never get to see the child that his baby mama carried
We close our eyes just enough to sleep
Seems we only get to hustle just enough to eat
Cuz One Time's just up the street
Time is money so there ain't no such things as
"Just a week"
It wasn't until they arrested me that I'd meditate heavily
And the ways that He was blessin' me set me free
I've been popped at 8 times
Train stations, house parties
Driver side windows, dang they ain't take you out hardly
God's hand guarded me
Even from my own hate
2 attempted suicides
And just between you and I
Liquid Drain-O to the neck
And yet it did not effect
Pistol to my tonsil "click"
The bullet did not eject
6 car accidents
2 dead passengers
Thyroid, Stab wounds
Normal ghetto massacres
My life's more kosher than most of the homies
But repulsive conditions just kept me
Close to homie
Rats in this maze crazed
Still seekin' better days
He who hath breath let him praise
Or be too set in ways
So I'm glad that I broke free
Cuz so many approach me
With them wicked hopes to smoke me
Folks took it like a joke when I spoke that I changed
And
I don't blame em
I was the same one yesterday
Throwin' up where I came from
L Block gang hun
So broke 4 niggas shared the same gun
I will never profess to be the hardest on the set to G
But believe when they tested me
They walked away respecting me
C'mon
Been jumped
Been jacked
And I've been marked for death
Dumped and scrapped
And had to get scarred for rep
Been locked up and lost a step
Targeted for causin dollars kept
Forced me to take cautious steps
I'm blessed to breathe every single nauseous breath
My brother found hell the same day he lost his breath
And I know I'm I'm blessed to breathe
Every single nauseous breath
Cause my cousin found hell
The same day he lost his breath

Every single day (it's real) I wake I pray
(uh what they know about this)
That it won't be the day I stray away
Ay
Forgive me for what I've done
(what other choice do I have but to bang Christ)
Let me know I'm still your son
(I'm just a moving target)
Right here right now

They'll take me out the first chance they get
Just like my cousin
Just like my brother
Rest in peace to Khalid Daniel Shariff
This one's for you
For the one I never bothered to witness to
Sometimes I feel like it's my fault you feel me?
So I dedicate my life to this ministry
It's not a game
HOG MOB is the gang c'mon
Uh, yeah
Uh
Uh
To all the homeboys out there on the turf
All the females out there doing dirt
Come holla at something real