Sent to Repent

Yeah, uh, here we go

 

(My verse starts at 0:22)

 

Hey girl, what's with the low jaw

Told me to quit my day job

Now I've been robbed, dropped, mopped up, tossed up and locked up

But when you got shot up I just locked up and shut down and wound up to be found around a couple of clowns in an alley in Chinatown

Like wow, how could my life just be turned around and downed

Now I know I'm heaven bound, but I feel like I'm not done yet

Believe me I'll never forget, but you just gotta respect the intent to repent from where I've gone and went

But now I've been sent to vent where brave men went

Who am I to go, I could barely pay my rent, I was bent, crack addicted, wicked and afflicted with pain only I could sustain

But life is all just a game, and I was bad at it, I relapsed and crashed at it, and could never get rid of habits

I feel kinda like a hunted rabbit, nowhere to go, I just wanna bounce back like pogo, and keep it real like my polo

But y'all know that although I am stuck, Imma try to kick this shit like Taekwondo

I remember I couldn't afford a condo, living in my momma's basement shit felt vacant, but to my amazement my life turned for the better when Webster gave me that letter

But nevermind that, let me take you to the times back, when I couldn't even afford a decent meal for my girl

I wanted to give her the world but could barely afford Sonic

Shit had me smoking pounds of chronic, my life was depressing like serious comics

But it's ironic how your life can go from addicted to fast, like Sonic

To rejoicing with God, no conflict

And just remember Imma be gone till November but in the mean while, to my little sister, I got angels to send her