Текст песни Speak On It (Z-RO) с переводом

Good Lord, I wanna thank you

For waking me up, to see another

New day, I’ve never seen before

Forgive me for my sins, whether they

Be by word, thought, or deed

Omission or commission, Lord please bless me

With the blessings you say

I stand in need of, when I’ve done everything

On this earth, that you laid out for me to do

Lord please bless me with a home

Somewhere in your kingdom

Even the lowest of the low

In Jesus name I pray, amen

Seem like the light is so close

I can feel my soul, about to vacate

Make me wonder, am I right for God

Cause I don’t wanna get denied, at the pearly gate

Even though I been cut throat, tripping off PCP

Telling all my friends, to take a hike

But it’s fucked up, thinking bout tapes

From other niggas, when they on pot they can break the mic

No time for pussy, I gotta pump packs in the projects

Plus I gotta pimp the pen, if I wanna get paid

I can’t feel sorry gotta do the deed, and get up in the wind

Gotta get some dividends, and if I don’t die

I’mma seek forgiveness of my sins, and if I get denied

Even though I tried, I’mma burn for the rest of the devil men

But the Lord gon give it, and the Lord gon take it

Away, so I can’t trip on my life

It was my time to go, somebody take care of my child

And raise him up right, plus these niggas be living so shife

I don’t want my seed, to get corrupted

Give him so much game, when I die

He gon live as if the lessons, ain’t interrupted

Just to show how fucked up, the game can get

Big Steve, money came up missing

I was up in the car, so I’m a suspect of the crime

But a nigga ain’t tripping, all I can say is that I’m a G

And I just won’t touch it, unless I own it

Wish I could tell Steve, I don’t steal I’m gon' grind

For mine, so I’mma bleed the block if I want it

Can’t believe it

I’m gon have to ride tonight

Roll on, roll on

Holding plexes, pulling pistols

They play with your life

Roll on roll on, or get stoled on

He that is without the sin, let him cast the first stone

But unless your father, can make the wind blow

When I see a check, please leave me alone

Because I never asked nobody, for nothing

I just accepted, what I was given

Even though I’m po', I pray to let God know

That I’m thankful to be still living, yeah I’d rather be a slave in heaven

Than to be, the most comfortable cat in hell

But I’m too good for one, and too bad for one

So I’m between the two, I gotta sell

Living on lock, familiar with songs and proverbs

When the ways of the world, start to trip

When I can’t take it, I smoke too much

That explains, that black shit around a nigga lip

The Lord is my light, and my salvation

But I still slip away, with natural herbs

I don’t be smoking weed, to look cool fool

I got a problem, I do it to calm my nerves

Now the preacher, wanna see me on Sunday

But knowing I’mma bleed the block, first thang come Monday

I don’t go, cause another no show

Said I’ll fuck around and die, when I walk in the do'

Never go be talking about a nigga, behind his back

I’mma do it to him in his face, ho checking a bitch

About what he might of said a few days ago, talking down in a safe place

But it ain’t safe, for the presence of a god damn fool

That’ll squeeze, and make a motherfucker blood come down

Heavily armed, with an automatic round

When I frown, it ain’t real cool to stick around

Plus I found, that a relationship ain’t shit

When I was fucking, with one of these hoes

She done fucked it up, for the rest of the women

Cause I ain’t trying to fuck, with none of these hoes

Some of my partnas, that’d turn to foes

That’d turn to struggling, from balling

But I’m crooked as ever, but the world is so crooked

I hope that God, ain’t tired of me calling

Now if I said, that I’d rather be dead

Instead of going through, the struggle and the pain

Here to make logical sense, but when I get in a predicament

I still be trying, to maintain

Don’t wanna lose my life, I wanna choose to live my life right

But it’s hard to decide, like a devil in disguise

That be pulling the wool up over my eyes

And trying to get me, to swallow my pride

But I be ready to ride, and won’t be denied

Even if I died, motherfuckers know I tried

To keep a bullet out of that body, I cried

Everytime I put it inside, to make another nigga cap-size

But if somebody, wanna put me under the ground

Somebody better have a good plan

I’m a man, that’ll be ready to break a bastard off

But I don’t wanna die, living in a casket why did a

Bitch wanna set my partna up, cause it really got up under my skin

But I ain’t tripping, when a nigga feeling with

One up in the chamber, just to get a little bit of revenge

I can’t even keep a girlfriend, everybody be fucking with me

And got my name, in a negative whirlwind

I be ready for the trumpet to blow, and even if I don’t get to go

I still, wanna see the world end

Cause I be tired, of feeling this anger

Feeling the premonition of danger, with every breath

I be tired of watching my back, and packing a gat

And living 24−7, up in a motherfucking vest

God bless me, cause everybody wanna test me

So I don’t even talk, on my Prime Co. phone

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