LaQuinn - Take My Heart (Sunday)

Excuse me yo honooor
It is what it is
Im out here and im thuggin
Its how I learned to live
Yes I pray to Goddd
Cause they preyed on the kid
Chlling in confessionals talking Bout my Sins
I'm talking to my lord Sometimes I feel alone

All Sunday no question mama Look pretty
My daughter she come down to Church from da city
My nephews n uncle all roll out To congregate
By 1 o'clock its restaurants big Meals and
Big plates
While they eating good m n The hood laid with the poker Face
Getting mad cause head good But da food aint got no taste
Mad cuz I gotta sleep with my Cash hooked to my shoelace
I pray for these chickens cuz These cluck is so two faced
Sometimes I'm feeling the rat Race that I'm winning
Got me so messed up cause all I'm doing is sinning
But y'all got me messed up if You think my life ending
Mi casa the streets and the Pavement is My linen

By Monday I'm ready for Anything you stressing
First thing I gotta do is call Around my city
Homie on the block Oh me Some guap and I thought I told A nIGGA bring it back quickly
If he talk the talk I hope he can Walk or stop drop roll then Run really swiftly
By Tuesday I'm guessing my Problems is coming
Till Wednesday guess what From me you hear nothing
My conscious is a monster Conversing and plus its nursing
My ego n plus we b sitting back And rehearsing
On Thursday my alibi is Lord I Was thirsty
Let me get to Friday and Party In person
I be shucking ducking n jiving
I be trying my best in surviving
To stay alive you gotta ride
So Pray for my passion
Or do me just like a slave n Give me a thousand lashes

Written by:
LaQuinn Gilmore

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