Liv-in' in the ghet-to wasn-n't much fun; Not ma-ny
trees, and no-where to run.
I nev-er knew my dad-dy, And he nev-er knew me.
Liv-in' in a world of knives and guns,
It's hard to know when to trust some-one.
And when your mom-ma's up fly-ing high,
All you can do is pray she does-n't die.
If God had-n't stay-ed and stood by me On-ly the dev-il
would know where I'd be. My life would be no-thing
but a great big mess If it was-n't for God and if I
hadn't been bless-ed. My life was rough,
but I pull-ed through. I lived a life,
you wouldn't want for you,
I said my pray-ers,and made some plans.
I wash-ed dir-ty dish-es, and scrubb-ed some pans.
If God had-n't stay-ed and stood by me,
On-ly the dev-il would know where I'd be.
My life would be no-thing,
but a great big mess If it was-n't for God and if I hadn't been bless-ed.