Sevin - AutobiHography lyrics

Every single day I wake I pray That it won't be the day I stray away Ay Forgive me for what I've done Let me know I'm still your son Right here right now [Verse: Sevin] C'mon Let me bring the truth to the speculations While ya'll question my reputation Long before the rap game To the grave I made my reservations I was just a lonely child Parents always told me smile Had to survive as well as comply What they holdin' now Grew up on the front pew Never really took heed So much hypocrisy the block and me Bound in debauchery Often we'd Sneak out of Sunday school Stealing candy from the corner store Thinkin' it was someway cool Graduated with a BA from gunplay school Smokin' on the freeway Mid 90s reality strikes and hits harder Lost my only brother dog The memory gets farther 5 n***as dippin' down a windy mountain highway Lost control My bro was the only one that lost his soul He died brutally We later found out that the same dude who read his eulogy Robbed his corpse of his j**elry Needless to say well that dude ain't last long I ain't one for gossip so... We'll just say he pa**ed on Smoked my first cigarette the day my n***a went And since he left my chest Had to pay the rest Then we lost 'Pac I never met him face to face But the pain in the art is what connected us Haste to haste BIG died, Pun died My cut's son died 6 shots breath slipped away Though his lungs tried Robbin n***as set him up For a dice game they wet him up Northside esse's for awhile I was prejudice I was with him all day In that hallway Bone to my zone got home phone ringin' as they call me Hysterically explainin' and Less than layman's How they came in and slayed him Put the shells in the guage and smashed to the north Somebody pa** me a 'port That n***as dying on blood Smash the remorse The streets is so ill The zone is so real Before he could leave and throw em still He got his dome peeled I was never satisfied I felt he died mercifully I wished to God I was the one that wet his shirt personally I can never bring my kin back home No matter how many shells I had put in that dome Cuz d**h is final So I put my breath on the vinyl History repeats itself my section is primal Uh I used to sell sacks in the back of the gla** With a backpack strap and a mask Olympic speed when I dash from the cab to Broadway Residential yards Where we practiced the blast Almost wish I never learned half the things I picked up But I had to adapt to the pack or get clipped up I remember my homie told me "I ain't trying to sock a thing Unless Don King is promoting me in the boxing ring" And then shot this racist in the face And by the end of his case his whole life was a waste Gone I got a homeboy doing 33 for robbin' banks That's Scottie Pippen time It started off, but dog I'm getting mine Now he's getting nothing else but his commissary He'll never get to see the child that his baby mama carried We close our eyes just enough to sleep Seems we only get to hustle just enough to eat Cuz One Time's just up the street Time is money so there ain't no such things as "Just a week" It wasn't until they arrested me that I'd meditate heavily And the ways that He was blessin' me set me free I've been popped at 8 times Train stations, house parties Driver side windows, dang they ain't take you out hardly God's hand guarded me Even from my own hate 2 attempted suicides And just between you and I Liquid Drain-O to the neck And yet it did not effect Pistol to my tonsil "click" The bullet did not eject 6 car accidents 2 dead pa**engers Thyroid, Stab wounds Normal ghetto ma**acres My life's more kosher than most of the homies But repulsive conditions just kept me Close to homie Rats in this maze crazed Still seekin' better days He who hath breath let him praise Or be too set in ways So I'm glad that I broke free Cuz so many approach me With them wicked hopes to smoke me Folks took it like a joke when I spoke that I changed And I don't blame em I was the same one yesterday Throwin' up where I came from L Block gang hun So broke 4 n***as shared the same gun I will never profess to be the hardest on the set to G But believe when they tested me They walked away respecting me C'mon Been jumped Been jacked And I've been marked for d**h Dumped and scrapped And had to get scarred for rep Been locked up and lost a step Targeted for causin dollars kept Forced me to take cautious steps I'm blessed to breathe every single nauseous breath My brother found hell the same day he lost his breath And I know I'm I'm blessed to breathe Every single nauseous breath Cause my cousin found hell The same day he lost his breath Every single day (it's real) I wake I pray (uh what they know about this) That it won't be the day I stray away Ay Forgive me for what I've done (what other choice do I have but to bang Christ) Let me know I'm still your son (I'm just a moving target) Right here right now They'll take me out the first chance they get Just like my cousin Just like my brother Rest in peace to Khalid Daniel Shariff This one's for you For the one I never bothered to witness to Sometimes I feel like it's my fault you feel me? So I dedicate my life to this ministry It's not a game HOG MOB is the gang c'mon Uh, yeah Uh Uh To all the homeboys out there on the turf All the females out there doing dirt Come holla at something real