Dear God Can You Hear Me 歌词
| 歌曲 | Dear God Can You Hear Me |
| 歌手 | Ice Sarunyu |
| 歌手 | YoungStar |
| 专辑 | Gangsta Rap (Special Edition) |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| I'ma try this | |
| I don't even know if this nigga even listens, man | |
| **** it | |
| [Kryst] Dear God can you hear me? | |
| [Verse 1: Ice-T] | |
| I spend my life between the light blue lines and loose-leafs | |
| Split my time between impressionable minds and true beef | |
| Spend my days up, nights up, it's too hard to sleep | |
| Look at my face, it's not the one of someone at peace | |
| I carry guns and I don't need to, but my mind's so ****ed | |
| I see assassins coming out of the rough | |
| I keep my doors locked, windows shut, Js down, four pound | |
| Waiting on some satans who may think of invading | |
| When I do sleep, I dream about pain and unrest | |
| About gunfights, and dumb dumbs exploding my chest | |
| I see my boys that have died, sitting with me again | |
| When I wake, I realize that I lost most of my friends | |
| Will my past come back to get me? | |
| Will them niggaz that we shot come back to wet me? | |
| I'm paranoid, it ain't easy when your lifestyle was grimy and greasy | |
| I'm trying to make peace with the karma of drama | |
| God please believe me! | |
| [Chorus: Kryst] | |
| Every night I pray, just to see another day | |
| [Ice-T] I just wanna live one more day! | |
| God I don't know your name | |
| I don't know if you're really there or if you even care about me | |
| I never trust but you | |
| But seems I won't stay alive and I don't know why | |
| [Ice-T] I don't even know why! | |
| Please give me a sign, dear God can you hear me? | |
| [Verse 2: Ice-T] | |
| Everyday I try to think that it'd just go away | |
| But it would never, this mind ****ings with me to stay | |
| Every person that I meet, could be from some passed beef | |
| He could be reaching in his jacket for the ratchet, I'm tripping | |
| Sometimes I even thought that I'll be better of dead | |
| I went to doctors, they stuck rods on the side of my head | |
| They said you're fine, doing well, set show on TVs | |
| I said I know, but I think somebody is coming for me | |
| If they seen what I seen, and been where I been | |
| They know that I have committed; the evilest sins | |
| If they knew what I knew; and had done what I done | |
| They play the wicked knight, and they would trust no one | |
| I got the car, girl, cribs, jewels, hatched to the max | |
| But my brain is playing war games, I can't relax | |
| It ain't easy when your lifestyle was grimy and greasy | |
| Trying to make peace with the karma of drama, please believe me! | |
| [Chorus: Kryst] | |
| [Verse 3: Ice-T] | |
| So I tried to get my life right and teach the youth | |
| I did my basic gangbanging so I worked on the truth | |
| I spit game to the little niggaz, all that I can | |
| Cause they admire my style, they like the way that I am | |
| They loved the cars, the clothes, the big wide brain | |
| I tried to teach them about the pain, that the fast cash brings | |
| But no matter what I say, they see the game everyday | |
| And the richies of the ones that have the grudge to play | |
| Get Rich or Die Trying, that's what all of them say | |
| What can I do? (YEAH!!) I've lived my ****ing life that way | |
| I'm not Role Model, my role is too dirty to follow | |
| Every phone calls another case of death to life | |
| I'm trying to struggle with the paradox of wrong and right | |
| And since I live by the gun, will I die by the night? | |
| It ain't easy when your lifestyle was grimy and greasy | |
| Just trying to make peace with the karma of drama, God please believe me! | |
| [Chorus: Kryst] |
| I' ma try this | |
| I don' t even know if this nigga even listens, man | |
| it | |
| Kryst Dear God can you hear me? | |
| Verse 1: IceT | |
| I spend my life between the light blue lines and looseleafs | |
| Split my time between impressionable minds and true beef | |
| Spend my days up, nights up, it' s too hard to sleep | |
| Look at my face, it' s not the one of someone at peace | |
| I carry guns and I don' t need to, but my mind' s so ed | |
| I see assassins coming out of the rough | |
| I keep my doors locked, windows shut, Js down, four pound | |
| Waiting on some satans who may think of invading | |
| When I do sleep, I dream about pain and unrest | |
| About gunfights, and dumb dumbs exploding my chest | |
| I see my boys that have died, sitting with me again | |
| When I wake, I realize that I lost most of my friends | |
| Will my past come back to get me? | |
| Will them niggaz that we shot come back to wet me? | |
| I' m paranoid, it ain' t easy when your lifestyle was grimy and greasy | |
| I' m trying to make peace with the karma of drama | |
| God please believe me! | |
| Chorus: Kryst | |
| Every night I pray, just to see another day | |
| IceT I just wanna live one more day! | |
| God I don' t know your name | |
| I don' t know if you' re really there or if you even care about me | |
| I never trust but you | |
| But seems I won' t stay alive and I don' t know why | |
| IceT I don' t even know why! | |
| Please give me a sign, dear God can you hear me? | |
| Verse 2: IceT | |
| Everyday I try to think that it' d just go away | |
| But it would never, this mind ings with me to stay | |
| Every person that I meet, could be from some passed beef | |
| He could be reaching in his jacket for the ratchet, I' m tripping | |
| Sometimes I even thought that I' ll be better of dead | |
| I went to doctors, they stuck rods on the side of my head | |
| They said you' re fine, doing well, set show on TVs | |
| I said I know, but I think somebody is coming for me | |
| If they seen what I seen, and been where I been | |
| They know that I have committed the evilest sins | |
| If they knew what I knew and had done what I done | |
| They play the wicked knight, and they would trust no one | |
| I got the car, girl, cribs, jewels, hatched to the max | |
| But my brain is playing war games, I can' t relax | |
| It ain' t easy when your lifestyle was grimy and greasy | |
| Trying to make peace with the karma of drama, please believe me! | |
| Chorus: Kryst | |
| Verse 3: IceT | |
| So I tried to get my life right and teach the youth | |
| I did my basic gangbanging so I worked on the truth | |
| I spit game to the little niggaz, all that I can | |
| Cause they admire my style, they like the way that I am | |
| They loved the cars, the clothes, the big wide brain | |
| I tried to teach them about the pain, that the fast cash brings | |
| But no matter what I say, they see the game everyday | |
| And the richies of the ones that have the grudge to play | |
| Get Rich or Die Trying, that' s what all of them say | |
| What can I do? YEAH!! I' ve lived my ing life that way | |
| I' m not Role Model, my role is too dirty to follow | |
| Every phone calls another case of death to life | |
| I' m trying to struggle with the paradox of wrong and right | |
| And since I live by the gun, will I die by the night? | |
| It ain' t easy when your lifestyle was grimy and greasy | |
| Just trying to make peace with the karma of drama, God please believe me! | |
| Chorus: Kryst |
| I' ma try this | |
| I don' t even know if this nigga even listens, man | |
| it | |
| Kryst Dear God can you hear me? | |
| Verse 1: IceT | |
| I spend my life between the light blue lines and looseleafs | |
| Split my time between impressionable minds and true beef | |
| Spend my days up, nights up, it' s too hard to sleep | |
| Look at my face, it' s not the one of someone at peace | |
| I carry guns and I don' t need to, but my mind' s so ed | |
| I see assassins coming out of the rough | |
| I keep my doors locked, windows shut, Js down, four pound | |
| Waiting on some satans who may think of invading | |
| When I do sleep, I dream about pain and unrest | |
| About gunfights, and dumb dumbs exploding my chest | |
| I see my boys that have died, sitting with me again | |
| When I wake, I realize that I lost most of my friends | |
| Will my past come back to get me? | |
| Will them niggaz that we shot come back to wet me? | |
| I' m paranoid, it ain' t easy when your lifestyle was grimy and greasy | |
| I' m trying to make peace with the karma of drama | |
| God please believe me! | |
| Chorus: Kryst | |
| Every night I pray, just to see another day | |
| IceT I just wanna live one more day! | |
| God I don' t know your name | |
| I don' t know if you' re really there or if you even care about me | |
| I never trust but you | |
| But seems I won' t stay alive and I don' t know why | |
| IceT I don' t even know why! | |
| Please give me a sign, dear God can you hear me? | |
| Verse 2: IceT | |
| Everyday I try to think that it' d just go away | |
| But it would never, this mind ings with me to stay | |
| Every person that I meet, could be from some passed beef | |
| He could be reaching in his jacket for the ratchet, I' m tripping | |
| Sometimes I even thought that I' ll be better of dead | |
| I went to doctors, they stuck rods on the side of my head | |
| They said you' re fine, doing well, set show on TVs | |
| I said I know, but I think somebody is coming for me | |
| If they seen what I seen, and been where I been | |
| They know that I have committed the evilest sins | |
| If they knew what I knew and had done what I done | |
| They play the wicked knight, and they would trust no one | |
| I got the car, girl, cribs, jewels, hatched to the max | |
| But my brain is playing war games, I can' t relax | |
| It ain' t easy when your lifestyle was grimy and greasy | |
| Trying to make peace with the karma of drama, please believe me! | |
| Chorus: Kryst | |
| Verse 3: IceT | |
| So I tried to get my life right and teach the youth | |
| I did my basic gangbanging so I worked on the truth | |
| I spit game to the little niggaz, all that I can | |
| Cause they admire my style, they like the way that I am | |
| They loved the cars, the clothes, the big wide brain | |
| I tried to teach them about the pain, that the fast cash brings | |
| But no matter what I say, they see the game everyday | |
| And the richies of the ones that have the grudge to play | |
| Get Rich or Die Trying, that' s what all of them say | |
| What can I do? YEAH!! I' ve lived my ing life that way | |
| I' m not Role Model, my role is too dirty to follow | |
| Every phone calls another case of death to life | |
| I' m trying to struggle with the paradox of wrong and right | |
| And since I live by the gun, will I die by the night? | |
| It ain' t easy when your lifestyle was grimy and greasy | |
| Just trying to make peace with the karma of drama, God please believe me! | |
| Chorus: Kryst |
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