Jd's Revenge

I'm still trying to trust what my wife says
 I feel the pain in them future tears that she might shed
 I reminisce when that shank was taped to my right leg
 I came a long way from them cookies stuck to the white bread
 Juvenile delinquent trying to prove what I was thinking
 Maneuver like I'm drinking, you're assuming that I'm sinking
 Me and my shooters like brothers, he knew when I was blinking
 Run up on you in your booth, treat your medulla like it's Lincoln's
 Y'all kind of knew, I'll let it sink in
 No need to pursue it 'cause I been king
 But I been in them sewers where it's stinking
 Blood from a tortured soul that's flowing fluid through my ink pen
 Implying I'm the one, defiance with the gun
 What's the point of chasing some bread if you'll be dying over crumbs?
 The truth is always seen and almost never heard
 That's why when that altercation took place, I never said a word
 They say that a proper burial ground is what our death deserves
 But how you're six feet underground and never left the curb?
 That's kind of deep, just let me catch the words
 What kind of sheep runs from a sheepherder?
 Never followed any consensus, I been came to my senses
 I told y'all people what the one percent is
 And I ain't want to vent it, but I'm back with a vengeance
 I know that chasing pennies got to stink, that's what the scent is
 It's kind of vivid like I dreamt this
 But can't make out the faces of haters who might resent this
 You might have you a couple of artists that might attempt this
 But you'll be just comparing a father type to apprentice
 Live by the gun and die shooting it
 I pray I never use it again
 I pray that I don't get used to me not using it
 (Y'all know what I'm talking about) Yeah
 I pray that I don't get used to me not using it
 Hold on, still got this verse so you can feel it
 I wrote a letter once but I couldn't seal it
 Addressed it to the game, there was things that I couldn't deal with
 Money don't change your character, homie, it just reveals it
 There's no exceptions, there's no discretions
 'Cause trying to judge a life you never lived is your preference
 You've never been where I've been, so why would I take directions
 Our point is not the same, it's like Kyrie to, a solid question
 This child is destined for his blessings
 But if you want some peace, you prepare for war with aggression
 How could you sleep when all your niggas die
 I'm just trying to rest in peace
 While I am still alive, you feel the vibe
 I still abide by street politics, and I know it's ill-advised
 Don't point that liquor out for your homie, point it to the sky
 (Yeah, hold your bottles up, my nigga, to the sky)
 Don't point that liquor out for your homie, point it to the sky
 I always knew there'd be days like this
 I ask God why I'm made like this (why I'm made like this)
 To find beauty from where it's ugly
 But only the ugly comforts me
 If misery loves company
 I stand alone until death comes for me
 Some devil's son in me
 Yo
 I always knew there'd be days like this
 I ask God why I'm made like this (why I'm made like this)
 To find beauty from where it's ugly
 But only the ugly comforts me
 If misery loves company
 I stand alone until death comes for me
 'Til death comes for me
 Yo
 Ayo duffle, this is gospel, my nigga
 This is like poetic street talk
 You know what I mean?
 You're really talking to the soul of a nigga
 Those that been through it
 Those that's still going through it
 The devil's son in me