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