As I look at this world's creation, I can't help but fall in love,
From the amazing precious beauty from the Earth and stars above.

Like a passing cloud that thunders loud and rains upon Earths surface,
To all the plants and trees that provide us food, everything will serve God's purpose.

Like the birds that sing and the bells that ring, to declare their makers praise,
To the moon at night and Suns morning light, that emits it's brilliant rays.

Like a flowing river from the mountains pillar, this whole world reveals God's glory.
To the inspired word that speaks the truth and tells all about God's story.

This amazing beauty in God's creation, has given me exceeding gratitude and appreciation.
And even though this world is temporary and to heaven it can't compare,
It's intricate design has God's plan in mind and I can't help but embrace and stare.

As I lay here in this coffin, six feet beneath the ground...
My heart which once was beating, now doesn't make a sound.

My lungs which once were breathing, are airless in my chest...
My virtue so resending, I did what I knew best...

I lived a gangsta lifestyle, never thinking I would die...
But the truth really turned out to be, I was living out a lie...

The lives I took were many, and yet I buried none...
So many call me heartless, for killing their beloved son...

God gave me many chances, to change my evil ways and pride...
Before the Reaper with his sickle, struck me with great stride...

This life of thugs and hustlers, and bangin in the street...
Is the reason that I lost it all, and my heart has stopped to beat...

Now it seems I lost all chances, to save my sinful soul...
For now I lay here in this coffin, deep within this hole...

Was I a devoted gangsta? Or perhaps a mindless slave...
For it's rare that someone comes to mourn me, or place flowers on my grave...

The Streets of Chicago

Life in the hood, never gets better, it only gets worse.
It seems like Chicago,was built on a curse.

The streets where Gangstas **** and the weaker die, a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye.

Men are measured with blood, sweat and tears, embracing their weapons and facing their fears.

Retaliation, is always a must, with the only true brothers, the one's you can trust.

Truth told by the tongue of a liar, fate bent and destiny sold, 
the stupid brave mortals bold.

Face hell's gate and run in fear, 
feel the evil lurking here. 

Broken minds and soulless beasts, 
on the faithless they so shall feast.

For a useless warning and a shattered rule, 
to the trespassers the death is cruel.

A worthless life and a sinner's blade, 
time and again this game is played.

Hustlers, bangers, women and men,
welcome to the devils den.