NOW I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP,
    PROTECT ME GOD FROM THOSE WHO CREEP
    WITH EVIL PLOTS AND WICKED SCHEMES
    TO SNATCH ME FROM MY RESTFUL DREAMS.
    I KNOW THERE'S BAD THINGS I HAVE DONE
    THAT'S WHY I'M SLEEPING WITH MY GUN,
    AND IF I SHOULD BE STARTLED FROM MY PEACEFUL SLUMBER
    MY GUN WILL ROAR LIKE BLASTS OF THUNDER.
    GOT TO FIGHT TO LIVE JUST ONE MORE DAY
    SO MANY THINGS TO DO SO MANY WORDS TO SAY.
    BUT IF IT'S MY TIME TO GO AND MY LIFE'S TO BE TAKEN
    JUST LEAVE ME IN MY DREAMS, NEVER TO BE AWAKENED.
    MY WHOLE LIFE'S A CONSTANT STRUGGLE
    FROM THE CRADLE TO THE GRAVE;
    GOT ME THINKING LIKE A CRIMINAL
    SICK OF BEING TREATED LIKE A SLAVE.
    I MUST BEHAVE LIKE A SOLDIER
    'CAUSE THE WORLD KEEPS GETTING COLDER.
    GOT ME PEEPING OUT THE WINDOW
    AND LOOKING OVER MY SHOULDER.

    FORGIVE ME LORD, I KNOW I HAVE SINNED
    BUT YOU ALONE KNOWS THE PLACES I HAVE BEEN.
    THE WORDS THAT I HEARD AND THE ACTIONS I SAW,
    MADE ME LEARN HOW TO RUN BEFORE I COULD CRAWL.
    YOU CAN'T GROW UP AROUND HERE
    AND REMAIN UNCHANGEDAND UNBLEMISHED:
    THE VIOLENCE IS GRAPHIC AND THE CRIMES ARE HORRENDOUS.
    IS THERE REPENTANCE FOR A THUG?
    IS THERE A HEAVEN FOR A GANGSTER?
    COULD I GIVE MY MOM A HUG?
    BEFORE I GO I'D LIKE TO THANK HER.
    MY FIRST PARTNER IN THIS FIGHT.
    AGAINST ALL ODDS WE BEGAN OUR PLIGHT-
    TO SURVIVE IN A PLACE
    WHERE STAYING ALIVE IS A CONSTANT RACE.
    WATCH MY BACK AND TRUST NO MAN.
    BEWARE OF LUST, I MUST UNDERSTAND.
    THERE'LL BE PROBLEMS ALONG THE WAY.
    I MIGHT NOT SOLVE THEM ALL IN JUST ONE DAY.
    BY STAYING TRUE AND REMAINING STRONG,
    I WOULD MAKE IT THROUGH. I MUST CARRY ON.
    NO TIME TO CRY BECAUSE THE TROUBLES NEVER END,
    JUST HOLD MY HEAD HIGH SO MY BACK DOESN'T BEND.

    I LOVE MY MOM FOR ALL THE TRAINING
    AND THE LESSONS I WAS TAUGHT.
    TO ME THEY'RE WORTH A PRICELESS PAINTING
    THAT GAME COULDN'T HAVE BEEN BOUGHT.
    OH,DEAR FATHER...PLEASE PROTECT HER,
    GIVE HER STRENGTH WHEN I'M LONG GONE.
    WHEN SHE'S TROUBLED PLEASE DIRECT HER.
    EVERY NIGHT ENDS WITH A BRAND NEW DAWN.


    Written by Gato for ©Digital Aztlán
    Reproduction in whole or in part in any form or medium without express written permission of Digital Aztlán is prohibited.




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