Forgive Me Father

I've seen too much ugly sh*t to be such a pretty chic, where I'm from you either flip bricKs..hit licKs.. Or turn tricKs.... When you're tha Jack boy's lady, you learn to bust a .380 in case your spot's tha next one to get hit. You can get tied up, cuffed up, roughed up, puffed up.... Age or sex doesn't matter kuz you're sure to get fu?k'd up... Your door can get kicked in by tha Fed's or some hit men, and if you Pretty Sadiddy, got a$$ and titties... Your Pu$$y ain't yours, kuz if they want... They gon' get IN..... When you're tha Dope Man's shawty, he keep you fed to get naughty for him whenever he say. He'll keep you dressed to impress, give you loud by tha pound..But YOU hold his work, YOU get caught? YOU locked away.. Nowhere to stay? You lay and they'll Pay. I see tha sh*t happen each and every single day. I did plenty dirt, I still cry, and still hurt but I pray that God will still open his arms to me... When it's my time to go, I just want him to know that I changed my ways to "define my own destiny" It doesn't matter where you're from, it only matters where you're goin. I work legally, support myself, and I'm still growin'. Growth is what I'm showing it took me some time to shine, but tha streets + me.. Wasn't part of his design... Forgive me Father for I have sinned, my life is in your hands for you to mend. I comprehend that I was wrong...but in your arms is where I belong. Forgive Me Father