A GANGSTER'S PRAYER
A GANGSTER'S PRAYER
NOW I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP.
PROTECT ME GOD FROM THOSE WHO CREEP
WITH EVIL PLOTS AND WICKED SCHEME
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 UNCHANGED AND UNBLEMISHED
THE VIOLENCE IS SO GRAPHIC
AND THE CRIMES ARE SO 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 FLIGHT
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 PAINTINGTHAT GAME COULD HAVE NEVER 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.
FROM :CARLOS A
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