Frea Robinson - Gates (feat. Black Los) Lyrics

I'm at the pearly gates what will they say

They labeled me a killer
Gang banger and a drug dealer
Real life blanca never caught wit Coke
How could I cope
My brothers on dope
My sisters want all of the smoke
Had it to my throat
Back then
I really don't know
Who purchased my soul
Wear rubies gold
Just to console
The hole
Surrounding my throne
I am alone
Stop texting my phone
Listen bitch
I Am grown
I answer to karma
And she is not home
Don't call my mama
She can't throw no stones
This glass house
Wasn't built alone

I'm at the pearly gates what will they Say

Me i don't believe bout no pearly Gates
Punch my ticket my number i surely Wait
In remembrance my name in that Book of Life
I done paid up my wages and earned My stripes
But these demons they follow me How can I correct my steps
Taught to move right but i move to The left
Praying for Paradise When will I Rest
Will my son and my daughter be straight I confess
That its killing me drillin a hole in My brain
Redemption Im needing that simple And plain
I know what the price is im trynna Live righteous
For Christ but i feel like im goin Insane
My divorce and the thought to put Two in my brain
Done being reckless im trynna Confess
My depression I feel like a mess When alone
Understand none of that mess i Condone