Damn...another funeral,another mothafucken funeralChorus:Lord knowsLord knowsLord knowsI smoke a blunt ta take tha pain outand if I wasn't high,I'd probably try and blow my brains outI'm hoplelessthey shoulda tried to kill me as a babybut,now they got me trapped in tha storm,I'm goin crazyforgive methey wanna see me in my casketand if I don't blast I'll be a victim of tha bastardsI'm loosing hope,they got me stressen,can tha Lord forgive megot tha spirit of a thug in meanbother sip of that drink,this hennesse got me queazeydon't wanna hurl,young nigga take it easypicture your dreams on a triple beamand it seemsdon't underestimate tha power of a feindto tha homies on tha blockslangin rocks with ya glocks put this tape in your boxwhen your runnin from tha copsand never look backif they could be blackthen they would switchopen fire on those busta-ass bitchesand Lord knows...Chorus:Lord knowsLord knowsLord knowsI wonder if tha Lord will forgive meor bury me a GI couldn't let my adversaries worry meand every single day it's a testwear a bullet-proof vestand still a nigga stressen over deathIf I could choose when a nigga diefigure I,take a puff on tha bluntand let my trigga flywhen everyday is another deathwith every breath,it's a constant threatso watch your stepyou could be next if ya want towho do ya run to?murderin niggas,look what it's come tomy memories bring me misoryand life is hard in tha ghetto,it's insanityI can't breath got me thinkin,what do hell got?cause I done suffered so much,I'm feelin shell shockedand drive-by's are an everyday thangI already lost to many homies to this mothafucken gameand Lord knows...Chorus:Lord knowsLord knowsLord knowsFuck tha Five-o cause they after mekill me if they couldI'll never lett'em capture meI lost too many niggas to this gangbanginhomie dies in my arms,with his brains hanginfucked up!I had to tell him it was alrightand that's a lie,and he knew it when he shook and diedmy Godeventhough I know I'm wrong manHennesee make a nigga think he strong,manI can't sleep,so I stay updon't wannafuck them bitches,try to calm me sownI ain't given upI'm getten lost in tha weed,mangettin highlivin everyday,like I'm gonna die(gonna die,gonna die)I smoke a blunt to take tha pain outand if I wasn't highprobably try ta blow my brains outLord knows.....Lord knowsLord knows......1995 Interscope Recordsall rights reservedtranscribed by:Gurjeet Litt