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i ain't sorry - twisted black lyrics

[chorus: twisted black]
i ain’t sorry for the things i did
if i was, then i wouldn’t admit
all because this the life that i chose to live
mixed up in this gangsta sh*t
and if i had a choice, i’d probably just ask the lord
“forgive me for my sins”
but i’m a fool, and playboy, ain’t no use
’cause i’d probably just do ’em again, ’cause i ain’t sorry, i ain’t sorry

[interlude: twisted black]
okay
you know it’s a difference when you
when you say you sorry
and then from when you really repent from somethin’, you know what i’m sayin’?
but in my case, my n*gga
i ain’t gon’ say i’m sorry
’cause i ain’t

[chorus: twisted black & daryl “dl” marshall]
i ain’t sorry for the things i did
if i was, then i wouldn’t admit
all because this the life that i chose to live
mixed up in this gangsta sh*t
and if i had a choice, i’d probably just ask the lord
“forgive mе for my sins”
but i’m a fool (huh), and playboy, ain’t no use (yes, sir)
’cause i’d probably just do ‘еm again, ’cause i ain’t sorry
[verse 1: twisted black]
father, please forgive me, i don’t wanna go on
how can somethin’ made in your image become so wrong?
how come everything that i touch, it starts to wither?
why when i deliver, only the real n*ggas shiver?
i guess it’s just the ice in my veins that makes ’em quiver
or maybe they relate to my pain is what i figure
i’m a gorilla trapped in the frame of a small n*gga
so many hennesseys to my brain destroyed my liver
i know your word, lord, beginning to the ending
but, spiritually, i war for my soul and i’m not winning
i feel it descending, so i guess i’m h*ll bound
if i’m a dog now, soon to become a h*llhound
and i know, we all have our choices in life
that’s half the fight, ’cause that don’t make the choices be right
’cause i’m a renegade until i die, you call me twisted black
and i ain’t even tryna take that back, ’cause i ain’t sorry

[chorus: twisted black & daryl “dl” marshall]
i ain’t sorry for the things i did
if i was, then i wouldn’t admit
all because this the life that i chose to live
mixed up in this gangsta sh*t
and if i had a choice, i’d probably just ask the lord
“forgive me for my sins”
but i’m a fool, and playboy, ain’t no use
’cause i’d probably just do ’em again, ’cause i ain’t sorry
[verse 2: twisted black]
every day, i’m face*to*face with the fact that i’m failin’ in life
outta control like i’m sellin’ a kite
bird in flight with one wing, it’s bound to fall
wish that it was just a way that i could down the ball
to stop the play and drop the hay, the blocks of yay
take back all the bullets that i popped in the day
i wish that you would grant me one day and wake my pops out of his rest (why?)
so he could give me game from his chest
just a few minutes, lord and (uh), let me his neck tight (mmm)
maybe just a moment with him could help me get right
and soften up my heart because, right now i’m incredibly
bitter from being broke, but trailin’ infidelity (woo)
let it be, what it must and i’m gon’ deal with it
if my destiny is at my dust then i’m gon’ still get it
’cause i’m a renegade until i die (die), call me twisted black (black)
and i ain’t even tryna take that back, ’cause i ain’t sorry

[chorus: twisted black & daryl “dl” marshall]
i ain’t sorry for the things i did
if i was, then i wouldn’t admit
all because this the life that i chose to live
mixed up in this gangsta sh*t
and if i had a choice, i’d probably just ask the lord
“forgive me for my sins”
but i’m a fool (huh), and playboy, ain’t no use
’cause i’d probably just do ’em again, ’cause i ain’t sorry
[verse 3: twisted black]
i do apologize to my kids (yes), ’cause y’all deserve better (uh)
but i was born just to buck chest and chase cheddar (yes)
and when they badmouth me, kids, y’all just crack a smile (crack a smile)
knowin’ if papa had his breath now, he’d smack ’em down
and shake they pockets (huh), make y’all look the other way
and bust they melons wide open, never see another day
forgive me, but it’s in me, i ain’t just rappin’
i’m old school with mine, player, this ain’t just happen
mama, i let you and grandma down
but the streets ain’t no punk, i had to stand my ground
i’m a 145 pounds, never did get big
but they did, so i developed a complex and split wigs
to earn my name plus, my respect*uh (what)
hustle on the south side of fort worth, texas
and they can say what they want, but i’m still a man
if y’all was lookin’ for somethin’ soft then n*gga, sh*t in your hand, ’cause i ain’t sorry

[outro: twisted black]
i ain’t sorry
i ain’t sorry
i ain’t sorry
i ain’t sorry
i ain’t sorry

- twisted black lyrics

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