Ripo strikes back!

Hey God...!


Born into the ghetto in 1991, just a happy childPlaying beneath the summer sunA vacant lots' his playground, by 12 he's got a gunThe odds are bet against him, junior don't make 21Hey God - Tell me what the hell is going onSeems like all the good shits goneIt keeps on getting harder hangin' onHey God, there's nights you know I want to screamThese days you've even harder to believeI know how busy you must be, but Hey God......Do you ever think about me???