Chorus
Father God please come and save me from my life
I wish for a car, a house kids and a wife
Cause the lust to be fancy destroyed my inner peace
With the mark of the beast
1st
My vision of being famous started at age twelve junior high
Learning to multiply tens watching a kitted up Benz go by
Window seat, sick beat in my head
But kind of fed about Run Dmc being rich instead of me
I mentally foresee the fame
Bright spot lights women in tights screaming my name
I got to tame the inner rage there's twenty minutes to go
I just know I'll sport more gold then C3po
What a life, want a wife but still cheat on the side
Provide my men's when ends to watch my back incase I collide
With the jealous embellish stories of being a crook
Don't even look my way I'll spray your whole crew if your shook
Now I got to live it, talk is cheap in Brooklyn N.Y
Living a lie, hanging with rough necks that get high
Defy my mom's rules knowing that she's all about peace
But it's to late I'm caught up in the mark of the beast
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2nd
Years went by still in the same place as before
I'm pretty sure I'll get a deal just got to front like I'm poor
High school cool with thugs, don't even talk to the nerds
Always cutting class to me science and math for the birds
Real vex, my status complex don't have a girl
Told so many lies my stomach's like it's ready to earl
This world, got my inner screaming out to be real
You can't steal a women's heart being nice it lacks sex appeal
Eight brothers, three sisters, parents that showed love
Always got what I need but what I want is all I think of
N.W.A say it the way I want to hear
Easy-E I wanted to be had three girls and don't care
Fear of disease please I'm to smart for that
Record cover fat flooded with gold holding a gat
At the point of my life where living trife will never cease
It's to late I'm caught up in the mark of the beast
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3rd
I see my dream fading, constantly debating my cause
Saw my friends from junior high doing tours getting applause
In big states, I hates to be the one with envy
But I've been robbed, I feel that none of them is better then me
College degree never, barely made it out of High school
Selling guns for funds four hundred U.S. for each tool
Pity the fool to talk about me, I'm broke and I'm vex
Got a girl now, so did away with that complex
We would fight everyday, sins took over my life
About to make her my wife but got cut off for the trife
Things I put her through, I should of new better, love fades
Tupac and Biggie got shot to death and Easy dies of aids
Everglades filled with bodies, mud slides so many dead
Rappers shooting one another the beast is world spread
Bow my head get on my knees pray to God for release
Jealously, hate, killing, fear, aids the mark of the beast
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