Off the top!

Another Thursday night
Means another fiend on the celly trying purchase white,
God I know I aint living right,
I'm just doin the best I could,
To move my baby moms and son out the fuckin hood,
God, I wish you fuckin would help a nigga find faith,
Thats why every Sunday I drop a dub in the collection plate,
Don't want J Junior to suffer the same fate,
That his pops went thru,
When them shots went thru, thankful to still be alive and
I know i got a bad habit, tryin to drop that too,
but i need ya help Lord,
still gonna melt raw,
and chop the product and flood the projects,
a product of my fucked up environment,
seen niggas get laid flat. the streets dun ironed em,
left em starched up and creased,
So if the 38's shootin high, nigga arch ya piece.
I agree with you nigga, life is a bitch.
I heard the pigs caught you with a LB, now they talkin 3 to 6.