God I come to you a And I humbly for my sins I believe Jesus is Lord I believe that you him from the dead I will ask that Jesus will to my life And be my Lord and I receive Jesus to take control of my And I may live for him from this day forth Thank you Lord Jesus for saving me your precious blood In name, Amen
I met her at house party on El Segundo and Central She had the credentials of strippers in Ass came with a hump the jump she was a camel I to ride like Arabians an '04 Mercedes-Benz "Hello my is Kendrick" She "No, you're handsome" in my ear, disappeared then found her dancing Ciara had in the background The music we made had us all wearing shades now (cool) "Where you stay?" She said "Down the street from High" Okay, I know that's Compton or Paramount "Well is it Compton?" "No," she replied and start batting her eyes and I strictly had wanted her thighs me Seventeen, with but pussy stuck on my mental My motive was sinful "What you to get into?" She didn't tell, gave me her Nextel Dropped the number, we chirped the whole summer and
The summer had passed and now I'm her Conversation we having enticing her Who could imagine, maybe my actions would end up her Love or lust, we'll fuck cause the trife in us It's deep rooted, the of being young and dumb Its never muted, in fact it's louder where I'm from We know a lot each other, her mother was a crack addict She live with her granny and her two brothers Her cousin Demetrius' reputable Family history of banging did make me skeptical But not enough to stop me getting a nut I come over, what's up? That's what I told her as this episode Of go off I'm to get off I was in heat like a cactus, my tactics of being Probably could hurt me, but fuck it I got heart Grab my momma's keys, hopped in the car, oh boy
So now I'm Rosecrans in a Caravan Passing Alameda, my gas in need of a pump I got enough to get me the traffic jam At least I cause my pockets broke as a promise man I'm thinking bout that sex, thinking bout her Or maybe kissing on her neck, or maybe positions next a picture of her titties blowing up my texts I looked at 'em and ran my front bumper into Corvette Enthused by the of a woman she's a masseuse And I'm a professional star when off the Goose I had a fifth in the trunk Curtis Jackson for ransom I'm hoping to get her loose like an Uncle Anthem I'm two blocks away, two hundred and fifty And six steps from where she stay, she me 'cross the street I pulled up a on my face, and then I see Two niggas, two black hoodies, I froze as my rang