Our Father Songtext
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Our Father Songtext
(Crypt The Warchild)
Yeah. Okay, listen. Yeah
(Crypt the Warchild)
I never claim to be a saint, nah that ain′t me
I'm only sayin′ what I ain't, you should let me be
Imma always throw stones if my house is made glass
Watch this jealous one envy, everybody feel my wrath
I've done a lot of wrong in this time and place
I take many days for granted, I despise, I hate
Imma liar I steal if it presents itself
I stab a nigga in the back if it affects my wealth
I cut a throat, burn a bridge if it makes me grow
Spit in the face of many people I thought you should know
But I doubt you understand cause you claim you perfect
I′ve committed many sins in this place that′s worthless
Can't reconcile what I started or express my sorrow
Don′t give a fuck bout today if there's no tomorrow
And I don′t believe that when you die your soul lives is on
When you six feet in the hole, that means you dead and gone
But there's a little part inside me believes you there
The same part inside me that believes you care
Out of my mind that′s what they say, man I got the beat
If there's a place in God's kingdom, save a spot for me
Our Father
(Chorus)
(Planetary)
My grandmother just died
I watched mom cry, hysterical
Unbearable pain, tried to help, I felt terrible
Tears dressed the heart, when that casket arose
Why rose was handed out as we prayed for her soul
Grandpops said she a champion, hand her the trophy
That was the realest shit I heard in my life
My brothers hold me, I′m fallin
God I hope you′re watchin, I hope you're listenin
Lost a life standin so close can get sickin
Which is even worse to me, is she ain′t ever met my kids
And that's something I′m always gonna regret as long as I live
But the kids from my mother and my wife back home
Will always mend my scars anytime I'm feelin′ alone
A hug from my sons always make me complete
The love I get from my niggas when we down in the heat
I hope life is everlasting when you under the dirt
Cause she wanted to see her son and twins that died at birth
Our Father
(Chorus)
Yeah. Okay, listen. Yeah
(Crypt the Warchild)
I never claim to be a saint, nah that ain′t me
I'm only sayin′ what I ain't, you should let me be
Imma always throw stones if my house is made glass
Watch this jealous one envy, everybody feel my wrath
I've done a lot of wrong in this time and place
I take many days for granted, I despise, I hate
Imma liar I steal if it presents itself
I stab a nigga in the back if it affects my wealth
I cut a throat, burn a bridge if it makes me grow
Spit in the face of many people I thought you should know
But I doubt you understand cause you claim you perfect
I′ve committed many sins in this place that′s worthless
Can't reconcile what I started or express my sorrow
Don′t give a fuck bout today if there's no tomorrow
And I don′t believe that when you die your soul lives is on
When you six feet in the hole, that means you dead and gone
But there's a little part inside me believes you there
The same part inside me that believes you care
Out of my mind that′s what they say, man I got the beat
If there's a place in God's kingdom, save a spot for me
Our Father
(Chorus)
(Planetary)
My grandmother just died
I watched mom cry, hysterical
Unbearable pain, tried to help, I felt terrible
Tears dressed the heart, when that casket arose
Why rose was handed out as we prayed for her soul
Grandpops said she a champion, hand her the trophy
That was the realest shit I heard in my life
My brothers hold me, I′m fallin
God I hope you′re watchin, I hope you're listenin
Lost a life standin so close can get sickin
Which is even worse to me, is she ain′t ever met my kids
And that's something I′m always gonna regret as long as I live
But the kids from my mother and my wife back home
Will always mend my scars anytime I'm feelin′ alone
A hug from my sons always make me complete
The love I get from my niggas when we down in the heat
I hope life is everlasting when you under the dirt
Cause she wanted to see her son and twins that died at birth
Our Father
(Chorus)
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