Father, Forgive Me
Written by Derrick Thompson
To C2C Instr. Vol. 22's "Kush" by Dr. Dre
Whoa
Father, Forgive Me (whoa)
Whoa whoa
Father, Forgive Me
(2x)
Yo
You sense when time's up
The line up of scenes behind ya
Lost to where ya boss
Has a need to find ya
No need to remind ya, hoss
Behind the weed and alcohol
That random toss on the wall
Know what's goin' on
To preach to the choir, liar
Change..
Don't come easy
Or make you higher
Assumption drawn from prior
Thoughts are hired
Trust, Denzel, was not the first
Man On Fire
Ya intel flawed
Whole outlook tired
On the outside lookin' in
Hate in ya eyes &
Ironic you face the fact
That bad choices
Have had more impact
Than white or black
You not approved
Endgame, you lose
Ya membrane get bruised
As if you ever had a
Thing to prove
Riot act get read to you
The game's rigged from the start
So are some of the lessons too
There's no rule to mercy
It's exception to
All the heart in life
Can't stop death in you
Neither can how much others
Be respectin' you
Acquiesce with the rest
It's no depth to you
In the eye of the target
They next to you
They put the funkmaster flex to you-
Mixtape
Ain't no mistake
If you live, you a vegetable
Die, why lie?
Invited that stress to you
This ain't a new day
A free day??
This here is replay
An eon of chaos
And loss on freeways
From bottoms to the tops
All dropped in decay
Layers of authority blocked
By instant relay
Feeding you a life that sais
Peace is easy
Come on, son
Look around
How can you believe it
Ain't nothin' like it's supposed to be
You see that
The curse is almost complete
They need fact-
Not belief
The one thing I can guarantee
World war 3's shot gon' begin
In the streets
(Who shot ya)
3x
Written by Derrick Thompson
To C2C Instr. Vol. 22's "Kush" by Dr. Dre
Whoa
Father, Forgive Me (whoa)
Whoa whoa
Father, Forgive Me
(2x)
Yo
You sense when time's up
The line up of scenes behind ya
Lost to where ya boss
Has a need to find ya
No need to remind ya, hoss
Behind the weed and alcohol
That random toss on the wall
Know what's goin' on
To preach to the choir, liar
Change..
Don't come easy
Or make you higher
Assumption drawn from prior
Thoughts are hired
Trust, Denzel, was not the first
Man On Fire
Ya intel flawed
Whole outlook tired
On the outside lookin' in
Hate in ya eyes &
Ironic you face the fact
That bad choices
Have had more impact
Than white or black
You not approved
Endgame, you lose
Ya membrane get bruised
As if you ever had a
Thing to prove
Riot act get read to you
The game's rigged from the start
So are some of the lessons too
There's no rule to mercy
It's exception to
All the heart in life
Can't stop death in you
Neither can how much others
Be respectin' you
Acquiesce with the rest
It's no depth to you
In the eye of the target
They next to you
They put the funkmaster flex to you-
Mixtape
Ain't no mistake
If you live, you a vegetable
Die, why lie?
Invited that stress to you
This ain't a new day
A free day??
This here is replay
An eon of chaos
And loss on freeways
From bottoms to the tops
All dropped in decay
Layers of authority blocked
By instant relay
Feeding you a life that sais
Peace is easy
Come on, son
Look around
How can you believe it
Ain't nothin' like it's supposed to be
You see that
The curse is almost complete
They need fact-
Not belief
The one thing I can guarantee
World war 3's shot gon' begin
In the streets
(Who shot ya)
3x
( Deebo Da Iceman )
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