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Here I Am
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Here I Am was released on June 28, 2024 by Hitmaker Music Group / 10K Projects as a part of the album Tapestry
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Release DateJune 28, 2024
LabelHitmaker Music Group / 10K Projects
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
KXNG Crooked
KXNG Crooked
Vocals
Joell Ortiz
Joell Ortiz
Vocals
Whoppa Wit Da Choppa
Whoppa Wit Da Choppa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joell Ortiz
Joell Ortiz
Songwriter
Dominick Antron Wickliffe
Dominick Antron Wickliffe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hesami
Hesami
Producer

Lyrics

I'm all yours
This time I mean it
All that time I left you
You was right by my side
Thank you
I kneel before you on this altar
Thank you for the way my life didn't wave or alter
On the days I left you, the months I left you
The years I left you, still your word kept true
Father, I ask for forgiveness for the sins that I committed
And sins that I commit in the future 'cause I'm no different
Than anybody who makes mistakes
Just know that my heart yearns for your saving Grace
And my faith is placed firmly at your will, Lord, please cover my family
Please cover my friends, please keep my sanity
This world can be a terrible place, weighs heavy
Got the babies wearing metal on waist, they spray deadly
Father, I come to you, guilty of being guilty
But I got it out the mud, whatever, man, I was filthy
No more excuses, no more justifications for being stupid
On the day I face my judgement, I pray that you play my music
You'll hear my growth through that
'Cause I don't go to church, I just go to rap
It's my confessional booth, keeps my soul intact
I got these blessing from you, so no more holding back
Here I am
We are fathers, we are brothers, we are sons (Here I Am)
We are husbands, we are uncles, we are done (Here I Am)
Being placed in that box that you brung (Here I Am)
Speak life to us, death is of the tongue
God, tell me why they mad at me for clothes on my anatomy
Can it be my hoodie is taking all my humanity
They don't see the man in me, a travesty
Asking me why I wear jewels, is it vanity? No, I'm your Majesty
Grew up with the casualties, gang members attacking me
All because where my family lives geographically
Funeral service, dead homies, I had the strap with me
R.I.P. Roc, hand on the Glock, wanted it to pass the sea
Enemies in the church house, gotta speak to God now
The world got me burnt out, society is a opp now
Look at the way I turned out, honestly I'm hostile
Forgot what I learnt 'bout me being God's child
Started remembering as I walked to the altar
My pain and my chain heavy as Rock of Gibraltar
Y'all readin' books but I'd rather talk to the author
These Reeboks like Enoch, wanna walk with the father (Dear God)
Can I chop it with you for a second? (Please)
Hate to be that guy, gotta hit you with some questions
First, let me thank you for the my opulence and blessings
Not just the possessions but for all the knowledge and the lessons
That you taught me in depression, cockin' Smith & Wessons
Bad attitude, learned that gratitude's the opposite of stressin'
And I'm thankful for that (Yeah)
I stopped drinking and I'm grateful for that
Can't stop thinking how these people say you fake and I can't go for that
'Cause when ****'s try to kill me, my angels attack (Yeah)
Divine intervention, collidin' with henchmen
The bullets whiskin' by within inches, surviving the trenches
To sign my intentions, is it to ride for the vengeance
And slide with the pistols
Firing like pistons inside of my engine (Pow)
Or should I chill 'cause you pushed back my deadline
They could've left my brain leakin' blood, like telepathy, that's a red mind
God, I still got a lot of questions, guess I'll ask next time
'Cause right now it's 'bout my homie, so I'm goin' home
Plus these people lookin' at me like I don't belong
We are fathers, we are brothers, we are sons (Here I Am)
We are husbands, we are uncles, we are done (Here I Am)
Being placed in that box that you brung (Here I Am)
Speak life to us, death is of the tongue
I'm gone
Written by: Dominick Antron Wickliffe, Joell Ortiz
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