T-Bone - Tomorrow's Not Promised Lyrics
I'm awaken by the sound of the doorbellThoughts going through my mindPitch black, my eyes are blindSo I'm getting up to see what's happeningI'm hearing voices so I'm creeping slowlyJust in case they gets to cappingI walk asleep to the doorNext thing I know these fools jumping out of my bushesAnd got me face down on the floorNow I'm getting hit, kicked, and pistoled withAnd the only thing that I see was all this blood flying in my spitOh my God they're trying to kill the TAnd worst then that all these G's were smoked down on PCPThey threw me in my bathtub where I lie in bloodThese homies must be thinking I live the life of a thugThey full of hateBeating me with pipes and weightsAnd I'm looking for a way out but it seems that there's no escapeDear God, I'm wondering can you save meBut maybe I should die because this world got me going crazyNow what am I to doI'm sad and confusedI'm thinking about my family, friends, and my baby boo, tooGee, tears run down my eyes as I start to cryI'm wondering to my self why do the good always have to die(Chorus)x2Tomorrows not promised to me or to youAwhooDeath is knocking at your door what you gonna doAwhooMan they finna kill meThey tripping and pulling me out of my bathtubDragging me through my houseHollering cus I'm getting shocked in my mouthThey stealing my possessionsGapping everything I ownTook my VCR and got away with 4,000 bonesI'm outsideThey got me at gunpointTrying to jack my rideAnd if I try to run God knows it would only be suicideSo I better stayBut they still gonna try to pull my carSo I better think fast cus if I don't blastI can't let down my guardI'm praying to God someone would call one time,Bu nobody called one timeSo I'm stuck in the midst of this crimeHe's cursing at meAsking me what my combination beAnd if I don't tell him homie you know betterThis be killingSo I told himLock numer 8 3 11It's the 2 11But I don't want to end up in the 1 8 7I'm 21 but will I live to see 22And witness the birth of the organized Rhyme Crew(Chorus)x2Oh noHere comes they homies in a vanRolling 12 deepAnd I'm thinking to myself how much longer will I be getting beatThe man behind me shouts out that's it I'm killing himThat's when I finally came to my senses and said I'm stealing thenI socked the man in his grill then I watched him dropTo the pavementI had to run or I knew that I'd be gettin poppedSo now they on a chase hunt to try and capture meHoping to leave me dead like a menace to societyNow I finally realizing and that it's true when God says"Tomorrow's not promised to you"(Chorus)x4
