Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Work

Father, me

I'm staring at Bible as I keep glancing
Dear Lord, I got questions and I answers
Tryna your 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 your children, I thought we
You're to be my Father, bruh, I need answers
We don't need to die young, we need chances
Tired of living on the so we keep scrambling
Tryna talk to these strippers but they dancing
We wanna be number one like Steve Francis
Bow our heads, say a prayer, now the seed's
I turn, I'm seeing emcees vanish
Lot of good gone, I don't understand it
Lot of families lost and seem stranded
I ain't tryna disrespect you, I just need
I know you're watching us heaven thinking, "Who to save?"
Cherry pickin' who go next and who should stay
I'd be on my way to heaven if I 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 niggas, maybe you should trade
Trade us back all the real ones, remove the
I think you trade
Give us back, and take that nigga Suge (Ooh!)
Let the legend resurrect and he gon' for good (Ooh!)
I been screaming "Thug "in every different hood (Thug life, thug life)
If only you could bring him back, Lord I wish you
Give us Biggie, give us Pun, give us X
Take that nigga Trump with you, that's a bigger
There's too much power for a coward no intellect
That's a bigot a collar, there's a disconnect
Niggas dying, Mama crying, need a tissue
Niggas up a church, now I need a pistol
All them niggas livin', you don't see the issue
But how you take Selena and you take Aaliyah with you?
I ain't tryna disrespect, just need to meet up you (Lord)
I ain't tryna overstep, just to reason with you (Lord)
Give us back our loved ones and take the evil you (Lord)
them suckers straight to hell, they don't need a vigil (Woo!)
I need you to give us back Martin Luther, take Shkreli (Take!)
Give us back Malcolm, take R.
R.I.P. Lil Snupe, that boy his life back
Take Eric Holder, give us Wright back
I'm sending you this message, Lord, I you hit me right back
say I'm on the wrong train, I know I'm on the right track (Yeah)
'Cause Trayvon gone, and all he did was tryna 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 murdered while they double dutchin'
Wonder why the fuck you Nipsey Hussle from us?
Damn, you took a true king, a brother from us
This a fuckin' marathon, but they from us
Now everybody got guns, up to something
And every gangsta wanna that they tough or something
You know it's not fair, tell the truth, I've in my feelings too
But if you took Till, at least take Dylann 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 hand to
out the fuck niggas and give us back our fam again
Drownin' in my tears, tryna pray for (Woo!)
Wonder why you give us life for you to it from us (Woo!)
Wonder why you give us family erase them from us (Woo!)
Maybe hopefully you can have a conversation us (Yeah)
Maybe I'm probably tripping 'cause I need a hug (I need a hug)
The hood can't jobs, now we need a plug (We need a plug)
Everybody and their tryna be a thug
I go to church 'cause I'm afraid of being judged
been starin' at the ceiling as I lie in bed
Watchin' niggas follow trends like Says (Yeah)
I pray you give us the real ones and try again
Or take them niggas that deserve to die instead
Tomi run her mouth and then she get defensive
Laura Ingraham laughin' at and disrespectin'
I really feel you should teach them stupid hoes a lesson
Either that or give us somebody who deserve the blessings
I left out a of names that I forgot to mention
too much to pay attention, then it got expensive
Father forgive me, for I not what I do
And now I'm out to you, hopin' you hear me and return the message
I know that you got our back and that you're not us
Or maybe you just us so you doin' shit to test us
I just kinda thought that you would do more to us
They say that the good die young and I ain't on the list
been drinkin', Lord forgive me, it's my blood racin'
I know what 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 forever
But puttin' the blame on you, that'd never
I know this ain't fault, it's the devil's work
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