Autobiography
May the Lord protect me as the world gets hectic
My voice projected my life reflected
May the Lord protect me as the world gets hectic.
My voice projected, my life reflected.
[Verse 1:]
Daddy was a crack fiend.
Two in the morning had us runnin' down the block like a track team.
When he burned the house down and my mother was in it, how could I forqet it, the pain was infinite.
She's my queen and I ain't even British.
She's the only reason that I went to school and I finished. (yeah)
She told me that I had talent, got on her knees and prayed for me when I started being violent.
She saw something in me that, til this day I don't know if I could be that. But I'ma die trying.
And when I'm done crying, grab the iron , and black out like I'm retiring.
Nightmares of yu killing my mother, the reason that I sleep with my head under the covers.
And they shoulda thrown the book at you, cause I hate you so much that it burn when I look at you.
[Chorus: x2]
May the lord protect me as the world gets hectic,
My voice projected, my life reflected.
[Verse 2:]
Damn I wanna run to you
Hold you & kiss you & tell you how I miss you.
Thought I would have a son for you
But now it's official it's over and I can't let you go
But I gotta let you know, all the sh*t I did make me feel
Like I'm dying real slow. Cause no one understands me,
They don't know what to do, when I'm hurt, when I'm angry.
You was my friend, and my man and my daddy.
You was there when that bitch tried to stab me.
Anything I ever needed, knew you had me
Cause of you, all them chicks couldn't stand me.
So why hurt you? That's the question.
It took this long for me to learn my lesson.
Cause now all I want is peace, and get drama,
I finally understand the true meaning of karma.
[chorus: x2]
May the Lord protect me as the world gets hectic.
My voice projected, my life reflected.
[Verse 2:]
Please baby forgive me.(forgive me)
Mommy was young, mommy was too busy tryna have fun.
But now I pat myself on the back, for sending you back, cause god knows I was better than that.
To conceive you then leave you, the concept alone seems evil I'm trapped in my conscious.
I adhere to the nonsense listening to people who told me I wasn't ready for you.
But how the fuck would they know what I was ready to do?
And of course it wasn't your fault, I could feel you in the air, I hear you
Saying "Mommy don't cry can't you see I'm right here?"
I gotta let you know what you mean to me.
When I'm sleep, I could see you in my dreams with me
Wish I could touch your little face and hold ya little hand
If it's part of god's plan maybe we can meet again
[Chorus: x2]
