Oh Lord (feat. Fatt Father, Journalist 103 & Valid)

Oh Lord, I'm so weary

Yeah, yeah

Aha, yo

What if I was painting the picture of what my life was like?

It would require more than black and white

Green as the traffic light

That symbolizes the way that my pops would always go

Without leaving a little dough for the rapid growth of my appetite

Please hand me the blue, I gotta finish mama face

By the way, for the skyline, I need a little grey

Not a day goes by, that I don't think about my brother as he lay

In that white suit beside of that packed church

While different shades of brown just follow that black hearse

I wanna react worse, but God had another plan

First marriage, then childbirth, that white dress and pink bassinet

Took gallons of paint and I ain't finished yet

Then my son came and took every color that I get

'Cause the boy's portrait of dad has a permanent effect

Don't touch it, please, that picture still wet, look at that, uh

(Oh Lord)

I put my faith in my grind and leave the hatred behind

Give me a sign, please

(Oh Lord)

No longer wastin' my time, the way the world is designed

I gotta find peace

(Oh Lord)

When pain and suffering combine, you can't just stop and rewind

You on a live feed

(Oh Lord)

You just hope for the best, prepare for the worst

Listen and follow my lead

Soon as he, turn on the breaking news

A 3-year-old just got murdered in his home by some reckless dude

Probably was drinking booze

Now a baby is buried and he's in a cage

How much do we stand to lose?

Facin' these obstacles, blurring up my opticals

The whole world's spiritually sick, we need a hospital

We in the final days, watchin' in complete amaze

As the world go up in smoke, but we set the blaze

But yall in killing phase, this pure genocide

As we fightin' to survive just to stay alive

That's a whole 'nother battle itself

Just maintaining your health is the greatest of wealth

Gotta double check on your food, that you pour from the shelf

If we let them, they gon' feed us to death, ah

We in a war to preserve what's left

As I maintain my balance and strength, so I pray

(Oh Lord)

I put my faith in my grind and leave the hatred behind

Give me a sign, please

(Oh Lord)

No longer wastin' my time, the way the world is designed

I gotta find peace

(Oh Lord)

When pain and suffering combine, you can't just stop and rewind

You on a live feed

(Oh Lord)

You just hope for the best, prepare for the worst

Listen and follow my lead

We want fame, money, jewels

Picture more cars, bitches, food

We want more drugs, pills, liquor (Uh-hu)

Make us more sicker and the hoes more thicker (Yeah)

We got no love, no chill, no honor

We got no rules, no mama, no fathers (Nah)

So no code, no ethics, no guidance

No remorse, so the consequence is more violence

Vocal cords crushed, no requesting your silence

Blow the horns (Blow the horns)

This is just another funeral (Uh-huh)

Just another day and this is nothing that's unusual

Oh Lord (Oh Lord)

We so desensitized

You see what's televised

Begging for some better times

Government be telling lies

They kind of petty lies

Kind of like they penny-wise

Please God, send a sign

Or take me from the self inflicted hell we live in

Oh Lord

(Oh Lord)

I put my faith in my grind and leave the hatred behind

Give me a sign, please

(Oh Lord)

No longer wastin' my time, the way the world is designed

I gotta find peace

(Oh Lord)

When pain and suffering combine, you can't just stop and rewind

You on a live feed

(Oh Lord)

You just hope for the best, prepare for the worst

Listen and follow my lead