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Father, me

I'm staring at this Bible as I keep
Lord, I got questions and I need answers
Tryna your vision, all I see is damage
Just a bunch of dead bodies in the street
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 need chances
Tired of on the edge so we keep scrambling
Tryna talk to these strippers but they dancing
We just wanna be one like Steve Francis
Bow our heads, say a prayer, now the seed's
Everywhere I turn, I'm seeing vanish
Lot of niggas gone, I don't understand it
Lot of families lost and seem stranded
I ain't tryna disrespect you, I need answers
I know you're watching us from thinking, "Who to save?"
Cherry pickin' who should go next and who stay
I'd be on my way to if I knew the way
And back every good nigga you choose to take
say you never wrong, but you done made a few mistakes
'Cause you taking the wrong niggas, maybe you trade
Trade us back all the real ones, the fakes
I think you trade
Give us 2Pac back, and take nigga Suge (Ooh!)
Let the legend resurrect and he gon' live for (Ooh!)
I screaming "Thug life "in every different hood (Thug life, thug life)
If only you could bring him back, Lord I you would
Give us Biggie, give us Pun, give us X
Take that nigga with you, that's a bigger threat
There's too power for a coward with no intellect
That's a with a collar, there's a disconnect
Niggas dying, crying, Grandma need a tissue
Niggas up a church, now I need a pistol
All them still livin', you don't see the issue
But how you take Selena and then you Aaliyah with you?
I ain't tryna disrespect, just to meet up with you (Lord)
I ain't tryna overstep, just want to reason you (Lord)
Give us back our loved 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!)
Give us Malcolm, take R. Kelly
R.I.P. Lil Snupe, that boy his life back
Eric Holder, give us Eric Wright back
I'm sending you this message, Lord, I hope you hit me right
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 fathers and our and our cousins from us?
Got children getting murdered while they double dutchin'
Wonder why the fuck you take Nipsey Hussle us?
Damn, you took a true king, a brother from us
This a fuckin' marathon, but runnin' from us
Now everybody got guns, up to something
And every gangsta wanna prove that they tough or
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 mad at that
Just bring back Whitney, and give us Jackson back
Feds want me in the slammer,

Ain't no justice for Sandra Bland, we up like the fan
Lord, if you listenin', I'm just for a hand to hand
Take out the niggas 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 erase from us (Woo!)
Maybe you can have a conversation with us (Yeah)
Maybe I'm just probably 'cause I need a hug (I need a hug)
The hood can't find jobs, now we need a plug (We a plug)
Everybody and their mama tryna be a
I don't go to church 'cause I'm afraid of being
been starin' at the ceiling as I lie in bed
Watchin' niggas follow trends Simon Says (Yeah)
I pray you give us the real ones and try again
Or take them niggas that deserve to die instead
Tomi Lahren run her mouth and she get defensive
Laura laughin' at death and disrespectin'
I really feel like you should teach stupid hoes a lesson
Either that or give us somebody who deserve the blessings
I out a bunch of names that I forgot to mention
Cost too to pay attention, then it got expensive
Father forgive me, for I know not I do
And now I'm reachin' out to you, hopin' you me and return the message
I know that you got our back and that not against us
Or maybe you just love us so you doin' to test us
I just kinda thought that you would do to protect us
They say that the good die young and I ain't on the guest
I've been drinkin', Lord forgive me, it's my blood
I don't know I'm thinking, I'm just frustrated
I don't mean to you, I'm just confused
I don't know what else to do, been patient and it sucks waiting
Took my mans from me, that hurts
But puttin' the blame on you, that'd work
I know this ain't your fault, the devil's work
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