God I come to you a And I repent for my sins I believe that Jesus is I that you raised him from the dead I will ask that will come to my life And be my and Savior I Jesus to take control of my life And that I may live for him from day forth Thank you Lord Jesus for saving me with your blood In Jesus name,
I met her at this house party on El Segundo and She had the of strippers in Atlanta Ass came with a hump from the jump she was a I to ride like Arabians Push an '04 "Hello my is Kendrick" She "No, you're handsome" Whispered in my ear, then found her dancing Ciara had played in the The parade music we had us all wearing shades now (cool) "Where you stay?" She "Down the street from Dominguez High" Okay, I know borderline Compton or Paramount "Well is it Compton?" "No," she replied and quickly start her eyes and I strictly had wanted her thighs me Seventeen, with nothing but stuck on my mental My motive was sinful "What you to get into?" She tell, just gave me her Nextel Dropped the number, we the whole summer and well
The summer had and now I'm liking her Conversation we probably enticing her Who imagine, maybe my actions would end up wifing her Love or lust, regardless we'll cause the trife in us deep rooted, the music of being young and dumb Its muted, in fact it's much louder where I'm from We know a lot 'bout each other, her was a crack addict She with her granny and her younger two brothers Her favorite cousin Demetrius' Family history of gang banging did me skeptical But not enough to stop me from a nut I wanna come over, up? That's what I told her soon as episode Of go off I'm to get off I was in heat like a cactus, my tactics of being could hurt me, but fuck it I got some heart Grab my keys, hopped in the car, then oh boy
So now I'm down in a Caravan Alameda, my gas meter in need of a pump I got enough to get me through the jam At least I hope cause my pockets broke as a man I'm bout that sex, thinking bout her thighs Or maybe on her neck, or maybe what positions next a picture of her titties blowing up my texts I at 'em and almost ran my front bumper into Corvette Enthused by the touch of a she's a masseuse And I'm a professional porn when off the Goose I had a fifth in the trunk like Curtis for ransom I'm hoping to get her loose an Uncle Luke 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 smile on my face, and I see Two niggas, two black hoodies, I froze as my rang