Artist: Shyheim f/ G.P. the Grain
Album:  The Lost Generation
Song:   Dear God

[Shyheim]
Dear God, I wonder can you save me?
I'm buggin out in this world that you made, G.
Homicide, rapes and robberies
When it happens in my neighborhood, police they look for me
I'm the prime suspect in the projects
I got this fucked up rep that keeps me behind a step
Always broke so I got this attitude
In my lab never fool my man, this is crazy rude
Heros and pizza, be my lunch and dinner
I know that I'm a sinner, but God help me out, nigga
I got problems that only death could solve
A high school drop out, and my GED won't get me no job
My family be callin me a loser
Moms she's a user, got me livin life with no future
The only thing that keeps me strivin is rhymin and uhh
Bump N Grindin besides that I feel like dying
Word to my peoples in the essence
I send my blessings
I know you gone, but it might be for the best
Cuz life is full of stress
In the projects you won't progress
God, fuck the world, it's a mess

[Chorus: June Luva]
Dear God, as I look into the sky
I pray to you and I, wonder why
I wonder why things be the way they are
So until then I pray for that it ends tomorrow

[Shyheim]
I'm in another world lookin from the outside in
A corrupt planet, operating strictly off sin
You ask me, "Will I miss this joint when I pass?"
The world can kiss my ass, I'm staring at the hour glass
Every day lived, is a step towards death
It's not til you're dead that your bodies at rest
My funeral should be a celebration, everyone embracin
This song'll get my dedication, unto
the Two Cent S, my cousin Tiwana, and Case
Rest in peace no-one can ever take your place
The pain is eternal
No one to turn to when I sit and think about you
No longer in the physical, dealing with your spiritual essence
You're gone but we still feel your presence
Nothing could bring you back, black
Still in all it's just a fact that you gone
Dive I intox on the bar, a dagger in the heart
For every lifeforce that gets a brand new start
It's the harsh reality you're forced to deal with
Another family hit, dwelling in the endless pit
of sorrow, no one's promised tomorrow

[Chorus 2X]

[Shyheim (Pop Da Brown Hornet)]
(It seems like the good times vs. the bad times)
Yo I barely go to school cuz crime be on my mind
Fuck local history cuz that's all in the past
and I'm livin for the future gotta make the quick cash
(Slow down shorty, goodness come to those that wait
If ya move too fast I might be going to ya wake)
True indeed, but I got mouths to feed
Members of my family upstate in need for commisary
And it be stressin me, gettin the, best of me
So it seems like life is my worst enemy
(Don't let it get to you, Shy
Life is what you make it, you can't escape it
Play it like a bitch and just take it)
Hell no, cuz when I go, I'm goin out in style
With two Macs going to war with the other side of town
Ain't nuttin sweet about me, Pop let them niggaz know
I'm countin blood money, cuz I'm a thug honey
I use the world as my school, I ain't no fuckin dummy
I'm street smart, I tear a college grad apart
(I gets amped when I think about the slave camps
I feel the pain, use a Tec-9 to break away the chain)
Yo calm down big fella everything gon' be aight
Go lookin for them blues you got a nigga wan' do right
(Don't sweat it, just play the game of life at your best
Life is full of stress and in the projects you won't progress
Shy fuck the world it's a mess) Yeah aight

[Chorus 2X]