Ghetto Sermon - Gospel Gangstas

my dog slipped the pistol grip,
blasted caught him in his back and now im rappin in front a this casket 
now you cant touch this, well, this world is cold, my word is good as gold homies claim they homies but they phonies cuz they fold 
now as its told, stroll with me down another life, hold on tight 
cuz the brightest day is your darkest night 
look to the right as you see around me or pursue you 
they was pointin like they knew you, they just jackers tryin to do you 
wait a minute, let you grab your get em up of me, 
cuz aint no killin you softly 
you peep they deep, 
so now you gotta meets where they put em to sleep 
you pulls out proof of yo decease, and wish your enemies rest in grief 
that took your homies' life away from him like a thief 
ive been to, if not worse, the same places 
and conversate with killers on a first name basis 
i be like word up Mike, word up, Bibles handed, 
John word up, Towers handed, Chef and whats up Ron 
see dont get yourself caught up in this game 
cuz this game'll give you a number and snatch away your name 
but the world keeps turnin 
and im on keep preachin 
and the Double Gs is deacons at the ghetto sermon