Creator

Why would you create this King in me?

There's 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

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 it 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 devils pawn

As he thought I'm a 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

Dissed the pistol he had to throw it

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

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

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