Oh Lord (Sincerely, Detroit 2019)

Текст песни Apollo Brown and Journalist 103, Valid, Fatt Father - Oh Lord (Sincerely, Detroit 2019)

[Sample]
Oh Lord, I'm so weary

[Intro: Fatt Father]
Yeah yeah
Aha, yo

[Verse 1: Fatt Father]
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 in that packed church
While different shades of brown just follow their 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

[Hook: Fatt Father]
I put my faith in my grind and leave the hatred behind, give me a sign, please
No longer wastin' my time, the way the world is designed, I gotta find peace
When pain and suffering combine, you can't just stop and rewind, you on a live feed
You just hope for the best, prepare for the worst, listen and follow my lead
[Verse 2: Journalist 103]
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, bluring 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
Beyond 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

[Hook: Fatt Father]
I put my faith in my grind and leave the hatred behind, give me a sign, please
No longer wastin' my time, the way the world is designed, I gotta find peace
When pain and suffering combine, you can't just stop and rewind, you on a live feed
You just hope for the best, prepare for the worst, listen and follow my lead

[Verse 3: Valid]
We want fame, money, jewels
Picture mo' cars, bitches, food
We want mo' drugs, pills, liquor
Make us mo' sicker and the hoes mo' thicker
We got no love, no chill, no honor
We got no rules, no mama, no fathers
So no code, no ethics, no guidance
No remorse, so the consequences more violence
Vocal cords crushed, no requesting your silence
Blow the horns
This is just another funeral
Just another day and this is nothing that's unusual
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 Pennywise
Please God, send a sign
Or take me from the self inflicted Hell we live in
Oh Lord
[Hook: Fatt Father]
I put my faith in my grind and leave the hatred behind, give me a sign, please
No longer wastin' my time, the way the world is designed, I gotta find peace
When pain and suffering combine, you can't just stop and rewind, you on a live feed
You just hope for the best, prepare for the worst, listen and follow my lead