Tomorrow`s Not Promised Lyrics

Tomorrow`s Not Promised lyrics

It's 3 in the morning
I'm awaken by the sound of the doorbell
Thoughts
going through my mind
Pitch black, my eyes are blind
So I'm getting up to
see whats happening
I'm hearing voices so I'm creeping slowly
Just in case
they gets to capping
I walk asleep to the door
Next thing I know these
fools jumping out of my bushes
and got me face down on the floor
Now I'm
getting hit, kicked, and pistoled with
and the only thing that I see was all
this blood flying in my spit
Oh my God they're trying to kill the T
And
worst then that all these G's were smoked down on PCP
They threw me in my
bathtub where I lie in blood
These homies must be thinking I live the life
of a thug
They full of hate 
Beating me with pipes and weights
And I'm
looking for a way out but it seems that theres no escape
Dear God, I'm
wondering can you save me
But maybe I should die because this world got me
going crazy
Now what am I to do
I'm sad and confused
I'm thinking
about my family, friends, and my baby boo, too
Gee, tears run down my eyes
as I start to cry
I'm wondering to my self why do the good always have to
die

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Tomorrows not promised to me or to
you
Awhoo
Death is knocking at your door what you gonna
do
Awhoo

Man they finna kill me
they tripping and pulling me out
of my bathtub
dragging me through my house
hollering cus I'm getting
shocked in my mouth
they stealing my possessions
gapping everything I
own
took my VCR and got away with 4,000 bones
I'm outside
They got me
at gunpoint
Trying to jack my ride
And if I try to run God knows it would
only be suicide
So I better stay
But they still gonna try to pull my
car
So I better think fast cus if I don't blast 
I can't let down my
guard
I'm praying to God someone would call one time,
bu nobody called
one time
So I'm stuck in the midst of this crime
He's cursing at me

asking me what my combination be
And if I don't tell him homie you know
better
This be killing
So I told him
Lock numer 8 3 11
It's the 2
11 
but I don't want to end up in the 1 8 7 
I'm 21 but will I live to
see 22
And witness the birth of the organized Rhyme
Crew

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Oh no
Here comes they homies in a van

rolling 12 deep
and I'm thinking to myself how much longer will I be
getting beat
The man behind me shouts out that's it I'm killing him
Thats
when I finally came to my senses and said I'm stealing then
I socked the man
in his grill then I watched him drop
to the pavement
I had to run or I
knew that I'd be gettin popped
So now they on a chase hunt to try and
capture me 
Hoping to leave me dead like a menace to society
Now I
finally realizing and that its true when God says
"Tomorrow's not
promised to you"

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