Tomorrows Not Promised To You Lyrics

Tomorrows Not Promised To You 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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