T-Bone Album: The Boneyard Box Set - Disc 3 Track: Tomorrow's Not Promised
Tomorrow's Not Promised Lyrics
It's 3 in the morning I'm awaken by the sound of the doorbell Thoughts going through my mind Pitch black, my eyes are blind So I'm getting up to see whats happening I'm hearing voices so I'm creeping slowly Just in case they gets to capping I walk cautiously to the door Next thing I know these fools jumping out of my bushes And got me face down on the floor Now I'm getting hit, kicked, and pistol whipped And the only thing that I see was all this blood flying in my spit Oh my God they're trying to kill the T And worst then that all these G's were smoked down on PCP They threw me in my bathtub where I lie in blood These homies must be thinking I live the life of a thug They full of hate Beating me with pipes and weights And I'm looking for a way out but it seems that theres no escape Dear God, I'm wondering can you save me But maybe I should die because this world got me going crazy Now what am I to do I'm sad and confused I'm thinking about my family, friends, and my baby boo, too Gee, tears run down my eyes as I start to cry I'm wondering to my self why do the good always have to die
(Chorus)x2 Tomorrows not promised to me or to you Awhoo Death is knocking at your door what you gonna do Awhoo
Man they finna kill me They tripping and pulling me out of my bathtub Dragging me through my house Hollering cus I'm getting socked in my mouth They stealing my possessions Gapping everything I own Took my VCR and got away with 4,000 bones I'm outside They got me at gunpoint Trying to jack my ride And if I try to run God knows it would only be suicide So I better stay But they still gonna try to pull my car So I better think fast cus if I don't blast I can't let down my guard I'm praying to God someone would call one time, Bu nobody called one time So I'm stuck in the midst of this crime He's cursing at me Asking me what my combination be And if I don't tell him homie you know better This be killa cali So I told him Lock numer 8 3 11 It's the 2 11 But I don't want to end up in the 1 8 7 I'm 21 but will I live to see 22 And witness the birth of the organized Rhyme Crew
Oh no Here comes they homies in a van Rolling 12 deep And I'm thinking to myself how much longer will I be getting beat The man behind me shouts out that's it I'm killing him Thats when I finally came to my senses and said I'm stealing then I socked the man in his grill then I watched him drop To the pavement I had to run or I knew that I'd be gettin popped So now they on a chase hunt to try and capture me Hoping to leave me dead like a menace to society Now I finally realizing and that its true when God says "Tomorrow's not promised to you"