Joyner Lucas

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Joyner Lucas - Devils Work Songtext

Father forgive me

I'm staring at this bible as I keep glancing
Dear lord I have questions and I need answers
Tryna understand your vision all I see is damage
Just a bunch of dead bodies in the street camping
A bunch of lost souls in their feet standing
We supposed to be your children I thought we family
You're supposed to be my father I need answers
We don't need to die young we just need chances
Tired of living on the edge so it keeps grambling
Tryna talk to these strippers but they keep dancing
We just wanna be number one like Steve Francis
Bow my head say a prayin' now a seed's planted
Everywhere I turn I see an MC vanished
Lot of good ni*gas gone I don't understand it
Lot of families lost and they seem stranded
I ain't trying to disrespect you I just need answers
I know you're watching us from heaven thinking "Who to save?"
Cherry pickin' who should go next and who should say
I'd be on my way to heaven if I knew the way
And bring back every good ni*ga you choose to take
They say you never wrong but you done made a few mistakes
Cause you taking the wrong ni*gas maybe you should trade
Trade us back all the real ones and remove the fakes
I think you should trade
Give us 2Pac back and take that ni*ga Suge
Let the legend resurrect and he gon' live for good
I been screaming thug life in every different hood
If only you could bring him back yeah lord I wish you could
Give us Biggie, give us Pun, give us Triple X
Take that ni*ga Trump with you that's a bigger threat
There's too much power for a coward with no intellect
That's a bigot with a collar that's a disconnect
Ni*gas dying momma crying grandma need a tissue
Ni*ga shootin' up a church now I need a pistol
All them ni*gas still livin' you don't see the issue?
But how you text a leader then you take a liter with you?
I ain't tryna disrespect just need to meet up with you
I ain't tryna over step just want a reason with you
I need you to give us back Martin Luther, take Martin Shkreli
Give us back Malcolm, take R. Kelly
R.I.P. Lil Snupe give that boy his life back
Take Eric Hoda give us Eric Wright back
I'm sending you this message, Lord, I hope you hit me right back
They say I'm on the wrong train I know I'm on the right track
Cause Trayvon gone and all he did was tryna fight back
Zimmerman walk around free 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 f*ck you take Nipsey Hussle from us
Damn you took a true king, a true brother from us
This isn't f*ckin' marathon but they runnin' from us
Now everybody got guns ni*gas up to something
And every gangsta wanna prove that they tough to someone
You know it's not fair, tell the truth
I've been in my feelings too.
But if you took Emmett Till, at least take Dylann Roof
At least take James Holmes
I ain't even mad at that, just bring back Whitney
And bring us Michael Jackson back
Fans want me, and it's
Ain't no justice for Sandra Bland
We up like the ceiling fan
Lord if you listenin' I'm just lookin' for a hand to hand
Take out the f*ck ni*gas and give us back our fam again
Drownin' in my tears tryna pray for something
Wonder why you give us life for you to take it from us
Wonder why you give us family and erase them from us
Maybe hopefully you can have a conversation with us
Maybe I'm just probably tripping 'cause I need a hug
The hood can't find us jobs, now we need a blunt

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I don't go to church 'cause I'm afraid of being judged

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I pray you give us back the real ones and try again
Or maybe take them ni*gas that deserve to die instead
Tomi Lahren run her mouth and she get defensive
Laura Ingraham laughin' at death and disrespectin'
I really feel like you should teach them stupid hoes a lesson
Either that or give us back somebody who deserve the blessings
I left out a bunch of names that I forgot to mention
Cost too much to pay attention then it got expensive
Father forgive me for I know not what I do and now I'm
reachin' out to you, hopin' you hear me and return the message
I know that you got our back and that you're not against us
Or maybe you just love us so you doin' shit to test us
I just kinda thought that you would do more to protect us
They say that the good die young and I ain't on the guest list
I've been drinkin' lord forgive me it's my blood racin'
I don't know what I'm thinking I'm just frustrated
I don't mean to question you I'm just confused
I don't know what else to do, I've been patient and the zutts waiting
Took my man from me that forever hurts
But puttin' the blame on, you that never work
I know this ain't your fault it's the devil's work
Devil's work
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