Growin' up dyin'

Live by the sword, die by the sword
so I traded my pistola for a QWERTY keyboard
A life on the run pays little reward
I don't need a gun, son, if I rely on the Lord...

Anytime I'll change a rhyme with a line-swap right there
but I never could make a bullet stop right there
I watched a grown man belly-flop right there
and I shoulda, coulda, woulda closed shop right there
You ever laugh at the time, but later on you cried
'cause you finally realized that a person had died
Two things you can't take back, homicide and suicide
Growin' up dyin'...livin' in the East Side

C'mon baby-girl, we can make a new start
You're the only one I love, I never wanna be apart
I'll always play my role if you always play your part
Never will I ever be the one to break your heart
You ever cool at the time, but later on you feel ill
'cause you know you took advantage of somebody's goodwill
Didn't physically hurt 'em, more like an emotional kill
Growin' up dyin'...livin' in Capitol Hill

Thank you, Lord, for turnin' me around
for pullin' me up before I finally drowned
for helpin' me stand before I'm put in the ground
and for allowing me to hear salvation's beautiful sound
You ever glance at yesterday and the way you were livin'
and wonder why those cards were the ones you'd been given
and know you did wrong, but doin' right keeps you driven
Growin' up dyin'...but I know I'm forgiven