Father, me
I'm staring at this Bible as I glancing Lord, I got questions and I need answers Tryna understand vision, all I see is damage Just a bunch of dead bodies in the street A bunch of lost on their feet standing We supposed to be children, I thought we family You're supposed to be my Father, bruh, I need We don't need to die young, we need chances Tired of living on the edge so we keep Tryna talk to these strippers but keep dancing We just wanna be number one like Steve Bow our heads, say a prayer, now the seed's Everywhere I turn, I'm emcees vanish Lot of good gone, I don't understand it Lot of families lost and they seem I ain't tryna you, I just need answers I know you're watching us heaven thinking, "Who to save?" Cherry pickin' who should go and who should stay I'd be on my way to heaven if I the way And bring every good nigga you choose to take They say you never wrong, but you done made a few 'Cause you taking the wrong niggas, maybe you trade us back all the real ones, remove the fakes I you should trade Give us 2Pac back, and take that Suge (Ooh!) Let the legend resurrect and he gon' for good (Ooh!) I been screaming "Thug life "in different hood (Thug life, thug life) If only you could him back, Lord I wish you would Give us Biggie, give us Pun, us triple X Take nigga Trump with you, that's a bigger threat too much power for a coward with no intellect That's a with a collar, there's a disconnect Niggas dying, Mama crying, Grandma need a Niggas shootin' up a church, now I a pistol All niggas still livin', you don't see the issue But how you take Selena and you take Aaliyah with you? I tryna disrespect, just need to meet up with you (Lord) I ain't overstep, just want to reason with you (Lord) us back our loved ones and take the evil with you (Lord) Send them straight to hell, they don't need a vigil (Woo!) I need you to give us back Martin Luther, Martin Shkreli (Take!) us back Malcolm, take R. Kelly R.I.P. Lil Snupe, that boy his life back Take Eric Holder, us Eric Wright back I'm you this message, Lord, I hope you hit me right back They say I'm on the wrong train, I I'm on the right track (Yeah) 'Cause gone, and all he did was tryna fight back Zimmerman walk around free, we like that (We don't like that) Why you our mothers from us? Our and our sisters and our cousins from us? Got these children getting murdered while they dutchin' Wonder why the fuck you Nipsey Hussle from us? Damn, you took a true king, a true brother us This a fuckin' marathon, but they from us Now everybody got guns, up to something And every wanna prove that they tough or something You know not fair, tell the truth, I've been in my feelings too But if you took Emmett Till, at least take Roof At least take James Holmes, I even mad at that Just bring back Whitney, and give us Jackson back Feds me in the slammer, damn
Ain't no for Sandra Bland, we up like the ceiling fan Lord, if you listenin', I'm just lookin' for a to hand Take out the fuck niggas and give us back our fam Drownin' in my tears, tryna for something (Woo!) Wonder why you give us life for you to it from us (Woo!) Wonder why you give us family then erase from us (Woo!) hopefully you can have a conversation with us (Yeah) Maybe I'm just probably 'cause I need a hug (I need a hug) The can't find jobs, now we need a plug (We need a plug) Everybody and their tryna be a thug I don't go to church 'cause I'm afraid of being been starin' at the ceiling as I lie in bed Watchin' niggas trends like Simon Says (Yeah) I you give us back the real ones and try again Or maybe take niggas that deserve to die instead Tomi Lahren run her mouth and then she get Laura Ingraham at death and disrespectin' I really feel like you should teach stupid hoes a lesson Either that or give us back somebody who the blessings I left out a of names that I forgot to mention Cost too much to pay attention, then it got Father forgive me, for I know not I do And now I'm reachin' out to you, hopin' you hear me and the message I know that you got our and that you're not against us Or you just love us so you doin' shit to test us I just kinda thought that you would do to protect us They say that the die young and I ain't on the guest list I've been drinkin', Lord forgive me, it's my racin' I don't know I'm thinking, I'm just frustrated I don't mean to question you, I'm confused I don't know what else to do, I've been and it sucks waiting Took my mans from me, that hurts But puttin' the blame on you, never work I know this ain't fault, it's the devil's work Devil's