krumb snatcha closer to god krumb snatcha dj premier the jackson 5 i am love a tribe called quest push it along uh 97 preemo d d yall thats right i want to speak a little truth about what guns is really about cause me being a victim of guns it was an experience of getting closer to god since the day i was young i had premonitions of an ending that come behind the barrel of the next mans gun it used to be fun when im the one doing the clapping now im facing my death doing fast breath no laughing how can this happen holding my chest on the floor laid up all sprayed up dreaming to even the score bright lights all i saw my life flashed before me from a distance i heard a faint voice steady call me i guess my time is here suppress my fear im ready trying to breathe steady feeling my legs getting heavy lord dont let me die this young without leaving a son to carry tradition listen my life has just become a nightmare flick visions of swinging a pool stick depicted by near death i turn left then pull quick lost control of my mind flipped the safety off the nine and squeezed chased em down discharging rounds then fell on my knees reached for my heart feeling my chest getting hot i got caught vivid memories on how my gun dropped bullets aint stocked lost all thoughts of me rapping trying to catch one fore i die for self satisfaction get up off my knees begged the lord please picked up the squeeze dipped behind cars bullet shells hitting the trees curse my enemies for being smart enough to take cover feeling my body shudder as i drop right in front of the pool place as hot shells hit the cheek of my face catching bloody taste watch my blood leave trace hennessy got me tripping plus the brew i was sipping feeling warm blood dripping i see them load a second clip in retreating ive been defeated my life is iced like popsicles open the door hit the floor of the hospital its on getting closer to god in a tight situation sample from prodigy on mobb deep shook ones pt ii let me be your angel and ill be your protection sample from rakim on eric b rakim eric b is president i stop breathing damn i see demons sample from snoop dogg on snoop dogg ft daz dillinger murder was the case my hearts racing a casualty in confrontation hoping one day ill awaken feeling my body start shaking ive been mistaken retaliation to come soon holding my gun wound on the floor of the hospital room a silent cry for help as i look at the ceiling my inner feeling telling me to start healing not in a million years i would wanna end here wiping my tears thinking of my long lost career in this business of rap now im flat on my back trying to put in place the face of this enemy cat cardiac control i put a hold on my soul twenty two years old and my life done took its own toll my body fold from numerous feelings i felt laying here lonely watching my homie scream for help i hear a doctor yelling directions to the meds cut open my threads bring me to the nearest bed half dead my inner head screaming losing my breathing dont remember the good krumb only the bad one and now i can tell the depths of hell for evils ive done cant run facing my worst of fears leaving my physical as my spiritual descends stairs but wait this cant be real i feel the angel jibreel asking my name overlooking my bloodstained gold chain easing my pain from where he came i dont know but hes telling me its not the right time to go back of my throat tubes sucking the ooze from my mouth as nurses run about trying to send me down south who shot ya thats words from the detect and the doctor before i got flown to beantown in a helicopter  getting closer to god in a tight situation sample from prodigy on mobb deep shook ones pt ii let me be your angel and ill be your protection sample from rakim on eric b rakim eric b is president i stop breathing damn i see demons sample from snoop dogg on snoop dogg ft daz dillinger murder was the case getting closer to god sample from prodigy on mobb deep shook ones pt ii i awake with cold feet feeling weak and cant eat seeing homies stand around but no sounds i cant speak cheap hospital clothes and patched up bullet holes got me depressed as im looking at my legs and my chest they patched up five lucky that i had survived laying in bed with a naked head but alive recalling the night before me trying to make sure i was staggering in through the hospital door wood cedar then flash to a numeral respitator then flashback to me getting respite from my savior i cant understand itmust been the way that they planned it in my commandment im never taking life for granted remembering on my knees begging please dont let my soul get seized lost track of my thoughts cause the dts came and questioned me testing me got secrets thoughts of arresting me stop stressing me cause aint no confession see funny aint it thought i was back in entertainment now my image is tainted cuffed on my crutches for arraignment damn 1