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My Question

Richie

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Bad boy

I've been asking myself

I've been asking myself

If I die

If I live

Where am I going

What is prepared for me

I've been asking myself

If I die

Where am I going

So many die people

Where do they go

I know I have been a bad boy

I know I have done a lot of bad things

But I never shot

I never kill

I've been asking myself

Where do die good people go

What about the bad ones

I've been asking myself

I've been asking myself

Where do gangster like me go

If I may ask

I need some answer

Mama told me a lot of stories

When I was a little boy

Sister said never Smoke

Teacher taught me how to sever

Now let me tell you something

about the street

Street taught me a lot about life

How to Calculate

How to do bad Things

How to do good things

So many pain

So many hate

So many pain

So many hate

In the street

When are you coming

What is going on

I be waiting for the trumpet

Since I was a little boy

So many stories about you

That you came from heaven

To die for us

Why do people die

Why do people sin

Now I'm signing

I hope you can hear me

Why

why

Tell me something

Tell me now

I don't want to hear it from no one

You made it

You made it

I don't want to hear it from no one

No one

Not from the Bible

You made it

I just want to hear it from you

I just want to hear it from you

From you

You made it

Why do people die

Why do people sin

Why so much pain

Why so much hate

Tell me why

In this life

In this life

So many pain

So many struggle

So So

So many bad people

So many good ones

Why do they die

Where do they go

I just want to hear it from you

From you

You made it

You made it

Mama told me a lot of good stories

about you

About you

I just won see it

I just won see if

for once

Is it when I'm died that I will hear

The sound of the trumpet

Tell me