second chance lyrics – da brat

“second chance”
(feat. jermaine dupri)

[jermaine dupri – echoing]
this is a, so so def, world premier
a world, premier
so so def, world premier

now i lay me down to sleep
i pray the lord my soul to keep
if i should die before i wake
i pray the lord my soul to take

[da brat]
d*mn it feels good to see people up on it
i was sittin in my cell, worried for a moment
ain’t nuttin inspire me to write one rhyme
when the pen and pad was callin, i declined
i ain’t give two sh*ts about a p*ssion i had
wish i had a semi-auto, spray all they *ss
i couldn’t eat, sleep, sh*t in peace
depression had me second-guessin myself in the belly of the beast
they wasn’t tryin to put a b*tch on before i was gone
so how the f*ck am i gon’ ever make it when i get home?
i was cookin ramen noodles with no heat, and warm water
fightin the gnats and flies off with no swatter
i got bit by spiders got sick
got shipped to the hospital accompanied by a d*ck
no lie, lord why i gotta go through this?
from a sealy posturpedic, to a two inch thick
no cleaners, no washing machine to do clothes
i stole, bleach with a mop bucket and blues so
granny panties, all i was allowed to wear
victoria was a secret, sh*t, she wasn’t there
i couldn’t pull that off, cause i had to squat and cough
get b*tt naked, pull the cheeks open so they could check it
i was subjected to not havin pretty panties and bras
none of my different j’s from reggie to jay walk{?}
most of the c.o.’s already pre-judged
the crooked officers made it a point not to show me love
and heat up, my spot by har*ssin me
told me to turn around and cuff up, and grabbin me
a young dumb lil’ frail n*gg*, tryin to be tough, a clown
a fool for the system, but he a victim now
karma a b*tch n*gg*, and he was too
bid’ness wasn’t mine though, see how god do heh?
i kept my composure; all i had to do was holla
“get him” on the yard, and it woulda been over
but i done learned a lot, earned a lot
i been solidified my spot, from the bottom to the bottom
to the top to the top, and i don’t give a f*ck
about the clock cause it don’t stop, won’t stop
in a recent article with jamie foster brown
she asked, what i was thankin before the sh*t went down
and i ain’t know what to tell her, but my adrenaline was hinderin
any positive image there could’ve been
helpful in preventin this incident
i don’t know where my setence went
i blacked out! …
did the crime did the time now i’m wonderin ’bout
dis light of mine, will it shine or is it burned out?
told j.d. i was nervous, he said that’s eagerness
serve your purpose, i’m ’bout to send you these verses

[repeat 2x]
now i lay me down to sleep
i pray to the lord, for a second chance he grants me
see most don’t get one, but i did, sheeit
i promise to do things much differently

/ da brat lyrics