Gettin’ Closer to God

Lyrics

[Intro: Krumb Snatcha] Uh, '97 Preemo, D&D, y'all, that's right I want to speak a little truth about what guns is really about 'Cause me being a victim of guns It was an experience of getting closer to God [Verse 1: Krumb Snatcha] Since the day I was young, I had premonitions of an ending That come behind the barrel of the next man's gun It used to be fun when I'm the one doing the clapping Now I'm facing my death, doing fast breath, no laughing How can this happen? Holding my chest on the floor Laid up, all sprayed up, dreaming to even the score Bright lights all I saw, my life flashed before me From a distance, I heard a faint voice steady call me I guess my time is here, suppress my fear, I'm ready Trying to breathe steady, feeling my legs getting heavy Lord, don't let me die this young without leaving a son To carry tradition, listen, my life has just become A nightmare flick, visions of swinging a pool stick Depicted by near-death, I turn left then pull quick Lost control of my mind, flipped the safety off the 9 and squeezed Chased 'em down, discharging rounds, then fell on my knees Reached for my heart, feeling my chest getting hot I got caught, vivid memories on how my gun dropped Bullets ain't stocked, lost all thoughts of me rapping Trying to catch one 'fore I die for self-satisfaction Get up off my knees, begged the Lord, "Please" Picked up the squeeze Dipped behind cars, bullet shells hitting the trees Curse my enemies for being smart enough to take cover Feeling my body shudder as I drop right in front of The pool place as hot shells hit the cheek of my face Catching bloody taste, watch my blood leave trace Hennessy got me trippin', plus the brew I was sippin' Feeling warm blood drippin', I see them load a second clip in Retreated, I've been defeated, my life is iced like popsicles Open the door, hit the floor of the hospital It's on [Scratched Chorus: Prodigy, Rakim, Snoop Dogg] "Get—, get—, getting closer to God in a tight situation" "Let me be your angel and I'll be your protection" "I stop breathing — damn, I see demons" [Verse 2: Krumb Snatcha] My heart's racing, a casualty in confrontation Hoping one day I'll awaken, feeling my body start shaking I've been mistaken, retaliation to come soon Holding my gun wound on the floor of the hospital room A silent cry for help as I look at the ceiling My inner feeling telling me to start healing Not in a million years I would wanna end here Wiping my tears, thinking of my long-lost career In this business of rap, now I'm flat on my back Tryna put in place the face of this enemy cat Cardiac control, I put a hold on my soul Twenty-two years old and my life done took its own toll My body fold from numerous feelings I felt Laying here lonely, watching my homie scream for help I hear a doctor yelling directions to the meds Cut open my threads, bring me to the nearest bed half-dead My inner head screaming, losing my breathing ("Damn, I see demons") Don't remember the good Krumb, only the bad one And now I can tell the depths of Hell for evils I've done Can't run, facing my worst of fear Leaving my physical as my spiritual descends stairs But wait, this can't be real I feel the angel Jibreel asking my name Overlooking my blood-stained gold chain Easing my pain, from where he came, I don't know But he's telling me it's not the right time to go Back of my throat, tubes sucking the ooze from my mouth As nurses run about tryna send me down south "Who shot ya?"—that's words from the detect' and the doctor Before I got flown to Beantown in a helicopter [Scratched Chorus: Prodigy, Rakim, Snoop Dogg] "Get—, get—, get—, get— Getting closer to God in a tight situation" "Let me be your angel and I'll be your protection" "I stop breathing — damn, I see demons" "Get—, get—, get—, getting cl—, closer to God" [Verse 3: Krumb Snatcha] I awake with cold feet, feeling weak, and can't eat Seeing homies stand around, but no sounds, I can't speak Cheap hospital clothes and patched-up bullet holes got me depressed As I'm looking at my legs and my chest They patched up five, lucky that I had survived Laying in bed with a naked head but alive Recalling the night before, me trying to make sure I was staggering in through the hospital door Wood seder, then flash to a norm-ar-al respitator Then flashback to me getting respite from my savior I can't understand it—must been the way that they planned it In my commandment, I'm never taking life for granted Remembering on my knees Begging, "Please don't let my soul get seized" Lost track of my thoughts 'cause the DTs Came and questioned me, testing me Got secrets thoughts of arresting me Stop stressing me 'cause ain't no confession, see? Funny ain't it? Thought I was back in entertainment Now my image is tainted, cuffed on my crutches for arraignment Damn