Oh Lord
(专辑: Children Of The Rage - 2017)
Im crying everyday, since you been gone There's nothing I
can say Oh Lord, Oh Lord Oh Lord, Oh Lord Constant criticism for a
hopeful nigga Watch 'em try to kill your dreams, watch your soul wither That little birdie got somebody, shot him over twiter He was just about to blow, then he got popped So now we lost the
bigger picture, like it got cropped Fuck a
foot in the
door, we can break locks Bars like bullets in the
Glock, labels get shot I'm still popping, I'm dropping 'em like the
beat nigga Still in the
game, got gold all on my cleats nigga I
hear these niggas, I
hear em in disbelief nigga 'Cause everybody done copied, they sound like we nigga A
gorilla but an elephant in the
room with it And everybody and everybody's a
part Heads nodding and bodies but rocking to their album I
get that guala and pray about it and fucking count it Thank you father and keep em coming and he surrounded I'll be waiting at the
end 'Cause you can't survive the
kiss of death I
see the
world, it turns Wash our sins away (Wash our sins away, good Lord) Oh Lord, Oh Lord Oh Lord, Oh Lord