Written & Produced By: KaVonte Carthron [Verse 1] Father please forgive me, for I’ve sinned, Been goin’ up against the grain just tryna win. Letz take it back to ‘94, before all the dro, When brothers had good green, but customers wanted coke. That was another level, I wasn’t used to, The fiends was coming back so the money was beautiful. My conscious was eatin’ at me so it wasn’t that great, But back then, them Jordan number 10’s was my escape. My one-fifty broke off kin-folk I was raw, Take the product to the market, distribute it, break the law. Got the Pelle Pelle leather prepared for Chicago weather, Now I’m off in streets, got a chick to endeavor. Cuz in the late-night things happen, that’s what I’m on, But I was young and dumb so I ain’t think that nothing was wrong. But my conscious it kept callin’, ignored it because I’m ballin’ Father please forgive me Lord, because I’ve fallen.
