Letters to god Lyrics

Smaller the casket the more weight it carry

Seen his head pop leaking red like a cherry

God aint answering my calls ignoring my text so im speaking to marry

The mother like mama like mama come help look mama they did it again

Mama im bleeding they killed all my friends

Like mama these gangsters they do it for trends

Not really hard they only pretend

After i die the killings wont end.

Bleeding out focused on making amends

Mix the percs and the wok we call it a cleanse

If u come to this world i do not recommend

Cause So many kids start flying back to the stars

All other kids in a cell behind bars or they druggin n sippin to hide all the scars

I still needed love even though im a thug

I know im a man but i still need a hug

Like fuck you i get all my hugs from the plug

An im Sippin that pain by the bottle we chug

I only got questions when i talk to the reaper responses be grim

Keep sinking deeper its like i cant swim

The fall getting steeper and my chances get slim

Mamas they cry over they babies they screams in my head

Devils demons start to creep off the meds

Need a voice that will speak for the dead

The children get killed its the day we all dread

And the shootas dont aim they just fill you wit lead

Never did care bout the babies they bleed

One day im gonna really catch one in the head

By that time im hopin my family get fead

I doubt it

I fucking doubt it nigga

I really doubt it nigga

My thoughts can get clouded nigga

Pills can re route it nigga

Thoughts can get

Thoughts can get

God wasnt there for me

Demons aint scaring me

Wings i was born wit they broke

But they carry me

In love with death

So i told the bitch marry me

Choppa gon blow

Thats before they try bury me

Chopp his ass down like im george

And he cherry tree

Pills and a blunt why the fuck i need therapy

Pills and a blunt why the fuck i need

Medicine

Kids from the block Scooby doo we was meddling

Early ass grave nice as fuck imma settle in

Like bitch imma settle in

And we up in the party bring metal in

No good i am right back to meddling

Tell them bring my felons in

Bullet rip through intestines gelatin