[Intro: JS]

Why would you create this King in me?

It puts so much responsibility in my hands (oh oh)

How did I get here?

Creator of the wind and the stars, the heavens and mars

Everything there is to be

Creator, why are you so bad to me?

[Verse 1: Los]

I wrote my life on the pages, you spoke it into existence

These chapters that held me captive, a passage of broken scriptures

Surpassing the passive with passion, clashing with hopeless niggas

My hopes is to show 'em focus and growth, they expose the sickness

Of seeing these flashing lights, taking heed to this bad advice

You know demons attack at night, I been dreamin' in black and white

Due to lack of a true emotion from things that I've sacrificed

In my past, but movin' past it is bringing me back to life

Bitch, we ballin' gettin' this money, fuck is these niggas tell me?

My homies screamed out the window, I'm making sales on the celly

He's seldom used to solicit his retail, just limit detail

Never used the specifics and fuck the views of a critic

A politician could blow me, I'm rarely apologetic

My father ain't even know me, the fuck do these niggas show me?

If only I could erase the last 20 years of this life

In a flash; I take 'em back; just a couple kids on the bike

But by fate he would have a day with knuckleheads in a fight

As they jumped him, stomped out his cousin and bust his head with a pipe

It erupted something inside him, interrupted his peace

Nothing peaceful about that vengeance he would eventually seek

See, when you truly affected confusion is never gone

Everyday we losing the youth being used as the Devil's pawn

As he thought "I'mma kill him, fuck basking in all the sorrow

If these niggas murdered me, they'd be back in the club tomorrow"

Hit my nigga sticks for a pistol that he could borrow

Came around the block in a tinted out Monte-Carlo

Told my nigga sticks ride down on 'em, he ready for 'em

Semi-automatic weapon in his sweaty palm

Caught them niggas slippin', start lickin' the pistol barkin'

Bustin' shots for every flower they put on these niggas' coffins

But nobody got shot, ditched the pistol, he had to throw it

Rest in peace to all you niggas still living but don't know it, King

[Verse 2: JS]

You make me everything I am

I can't exist without your love

My enemies rest at your hand

And it's because of who you are

Oh oh my creator (ah mm ah mm ah)

If the sun burns out

And the moons stops pulling the ocean

If the trees fall down

If the birds won't fly

And my heart can't love

I'll pray that your love brings me out of the darkness

My Creator

Oh Please

Deliver

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[Outro: Various Newscasters]

Two hours of questions and answers

A chance to find out what went wrong in 2013 a year that saw 235 murders

And it's no secret that the past ten days have put Baltimore in a dubious spotlight

As on of the most violent cities in the Country

By contrast Baltimore recorded 117 homicides

The Cities rate is 18.8 per 100,000

Three times higher than D.C