Luyện nghe bài hát Devil's Work

Father, me

I'm at this Bible as I keep glancing
Lord, I got questions and I need answers
Tryna understand vision, all I see is damage
Just a bunch of dead bodies in the camping
A bunch of lost on their feet standing
We supposed to be your children, I thought we
You're supposed to be my Father, bruh, I answers
We don't need to die young, we just chances
Tired of living on the edge so we keep
talk to these strippers but they keep dancing
We just wanna be number one like Steve
Bow our heads, say a prayer, now the planted
Everywhere I turn, I'm emcees vanish
Lot of good niggas gone, I don't it
Lot of families lost and seem stranded
I ain't tryna you, I just need answers
I know watching us from heaven thinking, "Who to save?"
Cherry who should go next and who should stay
I'd be on my way to heaven if I the way
And back every good nigga you choose to take
They say you never wrong, but you done a few mistakes
you taking the wrong niggas, maybe you should trade
Trade us back all the ones, remove the fakes
I think you trade
Give us 2Pac back, and take that Suge (Ooh!)
Let the legend resurrect and he gon' live for (Ooh!)
I been screaming "Thug "in every different hood (Thug life, thug life)
If only you could him back, Lord I wish you would
Give us Biggie, give us Pun, us triple X
Take that nigga Trump with you, a bigger threat
There's too power for a coward with no intellect
That's a bigot a collar, there's a disconnect
Niggas dying, crying, Grandma need a tissue
shootin' up a church, now I need a pistol
All niggas still livin', you don't see the issue
But how you take Selena and then you Aaliyah with you?
I ain't tryna disrespect, just to meet up with you (Lord)
I ain't tryna overstep, want to reason with you (Lord)
Give us back our loved ones and take the evil you (Lord)
Send them straight to hell, they don't need a vigil (Woo!)
I need you to us back Martin Luther, take Martin Shkreli (Take!)
us back Malcolm, take R. Kelly
R.I.P. Lil Snupe, that boy his life back
Eric Holder, give us Eric Wright back
I'm sending you message, Lord, I hope you hit me right back
They say I'm on the wrong train, I know I'm on the track (Yeah)
Trayvon gone, and all he did was tryna fight back
Zimmerman walk free, we don't like that (We don't like that)
Why you take our mothers us?
Our fathers and our sisters and our from us?
Got these children getting murdered while they dutchin'
why the fuck you take Nipsey Hussle from us?
Damn, you a true king, a true brother from us
This a marathon, but they runnin' from us
Now everybody got guns, nigga's up to
And every wanna prove that they tough or something
You it's not fair, tell the truth, I've been in my feelings too
But if you took Emmett Till, at least take Dylann
At least take Holmes, I ain't even mad at that
Just bring back Whitney, and us Michael Jackson back
want me in the slammer, damn

Ain't no for Sandra Bland, we up like the ceiling fan
Lord, if you listenin', I'm just for a hand to hand
Take out the fuck niggas and give us back our fam
Drownin' in my tears, pray for something (Woo!)
Wonder why you give us for you to take it from us (Woo!)
Wonder why you give us then erase them from us (Woo!)
Maybe you can have a conversation with us (Yeah)
Maybe I'm just probably tripping 'cause I a hug (I need a hug)
The hood can't find jobs, now we need a (We need a plug)
Everybody and their tryna be a thug
I don't go to church 'cause I'm of being judged
I've starin' at the ceiling as I lie in bed
Watchin' niggas follow like Simon Says (Yeah)
I pray you give us back the ones and try again
Or maybe take them that deserve to die instead
Tomi run her mouth and then she get defensive
Laura Ingraham laughin' at and disrespectin'
I really feel like you should teach stupid hoes a lesson
Either that or give us back somebody who the blessings
I left out a of names that I forgot to mention
Cost too to pay attention, then it got expensive
Father forgive me, for I know not I do
And now I'm reachin' out to you, hopin' you me and return the message
I know that you got our back and that not against us
Or maybe you just love us so you doin' shit to us
I kinda thought that you would do more to protect us
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
I don't know what I'm thinking, I'm frustrated
I don't mean to question you, I'm just
I don't know what else to do, I've been and it sucks waiting
my mans from me, that forever hurts
But puttin' the blame on you, that'd never
I know this ain't your fault, the devil's work
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