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*Hook sample*

First verse

Yo

On top of the fence when it comes to the Father

Where emotions tend to get so intense

That the pain just tends to get larger

Psychological trauma

Man I wear that shit just like armour

Yo how many times I done gripped ma chest

Showing ugly faces like Gaara

Yo know my past it ain’t perfect

Now that shouldn’t apply to my partner

At 20 years when my brother died

Got hit with news In Guyana

Yea his f*cked up battle with cancer

Showed that shit ain’t promised mañana

Have me living life to the fullest

See my first Son got named in his honour

When my son died, **** I was mortified

Couldn’t believe my karma

Understand that boy meant the world to me

So imagine what he meant to his Mama

Shed nuff tears dressed up in a suit and tie

At the back of this funeral parlour

Did this track so he could be immortalised

In spite of his early departure send him off proper yo

Just tryna keep ma head above water

Constantly floating like an otter

Suffer on a throne , T’challa

Die by the sword like a shotta

Watch me grow into a martyr

This lack of faith that I got in God

Forms just a part of my problems

Try explain the plans of the great divine

John Constantine couldn’t solve em.

“Hook Sample”

Ad libs:

That’s cool

Okay

Just got a few questions for em

Uh

Second verse

Yo

Imagine the young kids screaming

Crying out for their mom

While they're bleeding

That’s future blood flowing over that floor

Like they were born for no reason

What kinda god let’s the parents lose

All their precious ones to a demon

The same kinda God

Sacrificed his son

But the ones that killed em

Stay breathing

Don’t get me wrong

Don’t take me on

Ain’t tryna sound Like im preaching

Did the christian vibes

Went to church with moms

Even did a prayer before sleeping

I respect the signs when I see dem

Head up towards the sky with no feelings

See people scarred, they need healing

How bout you raise a child without leaving

And not leave a child without meaning

Like tryna sleep without dreaming

Cuz I’m tryna eat but I gotta compete

With how many mouths that need feeding

Like fucking zombies get teaming

Red Dots ah glocks ah get beaming

Said it’s Click Pow

Watch us all fall from the headshots

That come evening

If I’m tripping now

Then trust me dawg I'd spread his word like a missionary

Every job in the name of God

Took more souls than the military

Loved ones in the cemetery

Couple prayers for a Hail Mary

Go head and cop some hearing aids

Cuz that motherfucker be hard of hearing