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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
a bunch of dead bodies in the street camping
A bunch of lost souls on their standing
We to be your children, I thought we family
You're supposed to be my Father, bruh, I need
We don't need to die young, we just chances
Tired of living on the edge so we keep
Tryna talk to strippers but they keep dancing
We just wanna be number one Steve Francis
Bow our heads, say a prayer, now the seed's
Everywhere I turn, I'm seeing vanish
Lot of good niggas gone, I don't it
Lot of families lost and seem stranded
I ain't tryna disrespect you, I just need
I know watching us from heaven thinking, "Who to save?"
Cherry pickin' who should go and who should stay
I'd be on my way to if I knew the way
And bring back every good nigga you choose to
They say you never wrong, but you made a few mistakes
'Cause you taking the wrong niggas, maybe you trade
Trade us back all the ones, remove the fakes
I think you should
Give us 2Pac back, and that nigga Suge (Ooh!)
Let the resurrect and he gon' live for good (Ooh!)
I screaming "Thug life "in every 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 that nigga Trump with you, that's a threat
There's too much for a coward with no intellect
That's a bigot a collar, there's a disconnect
Niggas dying, Mama crying, need a tissue
shootin' up a church, now I need a pistol
All them niggas still livin', you don't see the
But how you take Selena and you take Aaliyah with you?
I ain't tryna disrespect, just need to meet up you (Lord)
I tryna overstep, just want to reason with you (Lord)
Give us back our loved ones and take the evil you (Lord)
Send them suckers straight to hell, don't need a vigil (Woo!)
I need you to give us back Luther, take Martin Shkreli (Take!)
Give us back Malcolm, take R.
R.I.P. Lil Snupe, give that boy his back
Take Eric Holder, give us Eric Wright
I'm sending you this message, Lord, I you hit me right back
They say I'm on the wrong train, I know I'm on the track (Yeah)
'Cause Trayvon gone, and all he did was fight back
Zimmerman walk around free, we don't that (We don't like that)
Why you take our mothers us?
Our fathers and our sisters and our cousins us?
Got these children getting murdered they double dutchin'
Wonder why the fuck you Nipsey Hussle from us?
Damn, you a true king, a true brother from us
This a fuckin' marathon, but runnin' from us
Now everybody got guns, nigga's up to
And every gangsta wanna that they tough or something
You know not fair, tell the truth, I've been in my feelings too
But if you Emmett Till, at least take Dylann Roof
At least take James Holmes, I ain't even mad at
Just back Whitney, and give us Michael Jackson back
Feds me in the slammer, damn

Ain't no justice for Bland, we up like the ceiling fan
Lord, if you listenin', I'm just lookin' for a to hand
Take out the fuck and give us back our fam again
Drownin' in my tears, tryna pray for (Woo!)
why you give us life for you to take it from us (Woo!)
Wonder why you give us family then them from us (Woo!)
Maybe hopefully you can a conversation with us (Yeah)
Maybe I'm just probably tripping 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 mama be a thug
I don't go to church 'cause I'm of being judged
I've been starin' at the as I lie in bed
Watchin' niggas follow like Simon Says (Yeah)
I you give us back the real ones and try again
Or maybe take them that deserve to die instead
Tomi run her mouth and then she get defensive
Laura Ingraham laughin' at death and
I really feel like you should them stupid hoes a lesson
Either that or us back somebody who deserve the blessings
I out a bunch 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, you hear me and return the message
I know you got our back and that you're not against us
Or maybe you just love us so you doin' shit to us
I just kinda that you would do more to protect us
They say the good die young and I ain't on the guest list
I've drinkin', Lord forgive me, it's my blood racin'
I don't know what I'm thinking, I'm just
I don't mean to question you, I'm just
I don't know what else to do, been patient and it sucks waiting
Took my mans from me, forever hurts
But puttin' the blame on you, that'd never
I know ain't your fault, it's the devil's work
Devil's