"Forgive me Father", by Leon Benson (1998)
So this is the time to stop killing my own kind…
Key words/ meanings of slang:
Leon Benson # 995256
W.V.C.F P.O. Box 1111 Carlisle, IN 47838
			USA

God, I felt you judging me, as you made the room spin…..

Is an early death my destination intoxicated with Gin….

It’s deeper than skin, its winking eye’s and grin’s….

I know they watch me, while my hands on dirty inns (6)
…..

Not enough so I hold a glock (5), while I’m trapped in a paradox….

Time keeps passing by on my watch, it’s a tick and tock….

So tell me is it in my genes, dear Lord, I always schemed….

Trying to get cream (1), weighing them things (2) on triple beams (3)….

Could it be I’ve been misled, and the ones to chose to do the things I do will in up dead….?

So tell me can my soul be saved, please keep me from an early grave….

Tell me, who is that voice in my head, keep telling me crime pays…?

These ergs make me cop (4), OH Lord, will it stop…

Will it be my body that drops, from a pistol when we hear that pop…?

Now I know, what you mean, good things don’t come with speed, ….that way you won’t succeed, that voice I was
hearing that was greed…..

And stop being so quick to blame it on that I’m out there on the grind (7)…..

And God/Father, if you don’t forgive me, I know you’re still on my team…..

I knew, what was right and wrong, my mama was a dope-fiend….(i.e. Forgive Father)

Annotation:

I made this back in 1998 while in the County Jail in Indianapolis. – My crime was drug dealin in the downtown
area, not murder! And the song/poem is talking with God about what was inside my heart! I know, I was at a cross
road of my life back then!

#1 Cream = crash, rule, everything around me, I used cream as $ money $

#2 things/ thangs = large amount of cocain

#3 triple beams = scale

#4 cop = to buy dope whole scale to make profit

#5 glock = gun

#6 inns/ends = $ money $

#7 grind = hustlin hard for money

dedicated to the lost men, women and children in the streets across the world.