This single was released on 02 May 2019.
Scale: E Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Em D Em D Father, forgive me [VERSE] Em I'm staring at this Bible as I keep glancing Em Dear Lord, I got questions and I need answers Em Tryna understand your vision, all I see is damage Em Just a bunch of dead bodies in the street camping D A bunch of lost souls on their feet standing D We supposed to be your children, I thought we family D You're supposed to be my Father, bruh, I need answers D We don't need to die young, we just need chances Em Tired of living on the edge so we keep scrambling Em Tryna talk to these strippers but they keep dancing Em We just wanna be number one like Steve Francis Em Bow our heads, say a prayer, now the seed's planted D Everywhere I turn, I'm seeing MC's vanish D Lot of good niggas gone, I don't understand it D Lot of families lost and they seem stranded D I ain't tryna disrespect you, I just need answers www.chordzone.org Em I know you're watching us from heaven thinking, "Who to save?" Em Cherry pickin' who should go next and who should stay Em I'd be on my way to heaven if I knew the way Em And bring back every good nigga you choose to take D They say you never wrong, but you done made a few mistakes D 'Cause you taking the wrong niggas, maybe you should trade D Trade us back all the real ones, remove the fakes D I think you should trade Em Give us 2Pac back, and take that nigga Suge (Ooh!) Em Let the legend resurrect and he gon' live for good (Ooh!) Em I been screaming "Thug life" in every different hood (Thug life, thug life) Em If only you could bring him back, Lord I wish you would D Give us Biggie, give us Pun, give us Triple X D Take that nigga Trump with you, that's a bigger threat D There's too much power for a coward with no intellect D That's a bigot with a collar, there's a disconnect Em Niggas dying, Mama crying, Grandma need a tissue Em Niggas shootin' up a church, now I need a pistol Em All them niggas still livin', you don't see the issue Em But how you take Selena and then you take Aaliyah with you? D I ain't tryna disrespect, just need to meet up with you (Lord) D I ain't tryna overstep, just want to reason with you (Lord) D Give us back our loved ones and take the evil with you (Lord) D Send them suckers straight to hell, they don't need a vigil (Woo!) Em I need you to give us back Martin Luther, take Martin Shkreli (Take!) Em Give us back Malcolm, take R. Kelly Em R.I.P. Lil Snupe, give that boy his life back Em Take Eric Holder, give us Eric Wright back D I'm sending you this message, Lord, I hope you hit me right back D They say I'm on the wrong train, I know I'm on the right track (Yeah) D 'Cause Trayvon gone, and all he did was tryna fight back D Zimmerman walk around free, we don't like that (We don't like that) Em Why you take our mothers from us? Em Our fathers and our sisters and our cousins from us? Em D Got these children getting murdered while they double dutchin' D Wonder why the fuck you take Nipsey Hussle from us? Em Damn, you took a true king, a true brother from us Em This a fuckin' marathon, but they runnin' from us D Now everybody got guns, nigga's up to something D And every gangsta wanna prove that they tough or something Em You know it's not fair, tell the truth, I've been in my feelings too Em But if you took Emmett Till, at least take Dylann Roof Em At least take James Holmes, I ain't even mad at that Em Just bring back Whitney, and give us Michael Jackson back D Feds want me in the slammer, damn D Ain't no justice for Sandra Bland, we up like the ceiling fan D Lord, if you listenin', I'm just lookin' for a hand to hand D Take out the fuck niggas and give us back our fam again www.chordzone.org Em Drownin' in my tears, tryna pray for something (Woo!) Em Wonder why you give us life for you to take it from us (Woo!) Em Wonder why you give us family then erase them from us (Woo!) Em Maybe hopefully you can have a conversation with us (Yeah) D Maybe I'm just probably tripping 'cause I need a hug (I need a hug) D The hood can't find jobs, now we need a plug (We need a plug) D Everybody and their mama tryna be a thug D I don't go to church 'cause I'm afraid of being judged Em I've been starin' at the ceiling as I lie in bed Em Watchin' niggas follow trends like Simon Says (Yeah) Em I pray you give us back the real ones and try again Em Or maybe take them niggas that deserve to die instead D Tomi Lahren run her mouth and then she get defensive D Laura Ingraham laughin' at death and disrespectin' D I really feel like you should teach them stupid hoes a lesson D Either that or give us back somebody who deserve the blessings Em I left out a bunch of names that I forgot to mention Em Cost too much to pay attention, then it got expensive Em Father forgive me, for I know not what I do Em And now I'm reachin' out to you, hopin' you hear me and return the message D I know that you got our back and that you're not against us D Or maybe you just love us so you doin' shit to test us D I just kinda thought that you would do more to protect us D They say that the good die young and I ain't on the guest list Em I've been drinkin', Lord forgive me, it's my blood racin' Em I don't know what I'm thinking, I'm just frustrated Em I don't mean to question you, I'm just confused Em I don't know what else to do, I've been patient and it sucks waiting D Took my mans from me, that forever hurts D But puttin' the blame on you, that'd never work D I know this ain't your fault, it's the devil's work D Devil's work
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