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Father, forgive meI''m staring at this Bible as I keep glancingDear Lord, I got questions and I need answersTryna understand your vision, all I see is damageJust a bunch of dead bodies in the street campingA bunch of lost souls on their feet standingWe supposed to be your children, I thought we familyYou''re supposed to be my Father, bruh, I need answersWe don''t need to die young, we just need chancesTired of living on the edge so we keep scramblingTryna talk to these strippers but they keep dancingWe just wanna be number one like Steve FrancisBow our heads, say a prayer, now the seed''s plantedEverywhere I turn, I''m seeing emcees vanishLot of good niggas gone, I don''t understand itLot of families lost and they seem strandedI ain''t tryna disrespect you, I just need answersI know you''re watching us from heaven thinking, who to save?Cherry pickin'' who should go next and who should stayI''d be on my way to heaven if I knew the wayAnd bring back every good nigga you choose to takeThey say you never wrong, but you done made a few mistakes''Cause you taking the wrong niggas, maybe you should tradeTrade us back all the real ones, remove the fakesI think you should tradeGive us 2Pac back, and take that nigga Suge (Ooh!)Let the legend resurrect and he gon'' live for good (Ooh!)I been screaming, Thug lifeIn every different hood (Thug life, thug life)If only you could bring him back, Lord I wish you wouldGive us Biggie, give us Pun, give us triple XTake that nigga Trump with you, that''s a bigger threatThere''s too much power for a coward with no intellectThat''s a bigot with a collar, there''s a disconnectNiggas dying, mama crying, grandma need a tissueNiggas shootin'' up a church, now I need a pistolAll them niggas still livin'', you don''t see the issueBut how you take Selena and then you take Aaliyah with you?I ain''t tryna disrespect, just need to meet up with you (Lord)I ain''t tryna overstep, just want to reason with you (Lord)Give us back our loved ones and take the evil with you (Lord)Send them suckers straight to hell, they don''t need a vigil (Woo!)I need you to give us back Martin Luther, take Martin Shkreli (Take!)Give us back Malcolm, take R. 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Lil Snupe, give that boy his life backTake Eric Holder, give us Eric Wright backI''m sending you this message, Lord, I hope you hit me right backThey 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 fight backZimmerman walk around free, we don''t like that (We don''t like that)Why you take our mothers from us?Our fathers and our sisters and our cousins from us?Got these children getting murdered while they double dutchin''Wonder why the fuck you take Nipsey Hussle from us?Damn, you took a true king, a true brother from usThis a fuckin'' marathon, but they runnin'' from usNow everybody got guns, nigga''s up to somethingAnd every gangsta wanna prove that they tough or somethingYou know it''s not fair, tell the truth, I''ve been in my feelings tooBut if you took Emmett Till, at least take Dylann RoofAt least take James Holmes, I ain''t even mad at thatJust bring back Whitney, and give us Michael Jackson backFeds want me in the slammer, damnAin''t no justice for Sandra Bland, we up like the ceiling fanLord, if you listenin'', I''m just lookin'' for a hand to handTake out the fuck niggas and give us back our fam againDrownin'' in my tears, tryna pray for something (Woo!)Wonder why you give us life for you to take it from us (Woo!)Wonder why you give us family then erase them from us (Woo!)Maybe hopefully you can have a conversation with us (Yeah)Maybe I''m just probably tripping ''cause I need a hug (I need a hug)The hood can''t find jobs, now we need a plug (We need a plug)Everybody and their mama tryna be a thugI don''t go to church ''cause I''m afraid of being judgedI''ve been starin'' at the ceiling as I lie in bedWatchin'' niggas follow trends like Simon Says (Yeah)I pray you give us back the real ones and try againOr maybe take them niggas that deserve to die insteadTomi Lahren run her mouth and then she get defensiveLaura Ingraham laughin'' at death and disrespectin''I really feel like you should teach them stupid hoes a lessonEither that or give us back somebody who deserve the blessingsI left out a bunch of names that I forgot to mentionCost too much to pay attention, then it got expensiveFather forgive me, for I know not what I doAnd now I''m reachin'' out to youHopin'' you hear me and return the messageI know that you got our back and that you''re not against usOr maybe you just love us so you doin'' shit to test usI just kinda thought that you would do more to protect usThey say that the good die young and I ain''t on the guest listI''ve been drinkin'', Lord forgive me, it''s my blood racin''I don''t know what I''m thinking, I''m just frustratedI don''t mean to question you, I''m just confusedI don''t know what else to do, I''ve been patient and it sucks waitingTook my mans from me, that forever hurtsBut puttin'' the blame on you, that''d never workI know this ain''t your fault, it''s the devil''s workDevil''s work