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  • Artist: Pastor Troy
  • Song Title: Oh Father
  • Album: Face Off

i wuz that cool muthaf**ka
but livin in the world of these
fool muthf**kas
society done made mea fool muthaf**ka
and sixteen shots
got them pussies taken cover
i'm sorry mother
muthaf**kas just aint like me
the f**kin brave by twenty-one
it's unlikely
a million n****s from the pen
it's soo frightening
f**k the system the d.e.
aint tellin all the damn day
so i pray that them f**kas die
and when they leave
let them p***y muthaf**kas fry
and make they family
eternally have to cry
and crucify me and label
me the reason why
i testafy
i'm ready

(hook)
oh father
come and take me
i surrender
i'm ready
(4xs)

statistics said i wouldnt live to see the gray in my head
too much drama in the streets
too much he and she said
wanted by feds
red said they wanted to define my tongue
so i keep my eyes red and i stay in my room
i'm prayin soon
that my income done balled it
if you got it
then i got it
but n-e one can talk it
and i thought that it was simply me
but it's universal
but the s**ts the real deal
trying to get the commerical
america you tell me where is the
freedom and liberty
this place aint ment for me
so i got a quarter key
and movin my load of drugs
them packers all ready stuck.
a praya fa my n****s
cuz my n****s aint give a f**k
they had to say
we always gone move this way
yo game we can play
and lucafer besta pray
that i do not do
what i just plan to do yesterday

hook

them crackers had me f**ked up
i stoop the job for a day
but couldnt deal with the pain
i quit that s**tt in a day
back on the grind
serving my land
nothig to say in that part
i'm told its a betta way
you can pull me inside
they in they ride disapointed
cuz i had bad luck
i aint neva been one to sell this s**tt
my n**** i'm stuck
my people roll they windows up
and then they hittin they locks
its f**ked up
but thats the way it is down here on the block
man everybody selling rock
if not the rock, some weed
everybody trapped high
i cant afford the heat
it's kinda neet how they just creep
and kick the doe off the hinge
and when these muthaf**kas leave
they takin all of my friends
no way to win
we are in for the ride of our lifes
i wuz writtin dis s**t
i had to wipe my eyes
cuz this is cayos
they after us we'll never succeede
cuz we some ignit azz n****s
but all we need is to see
i guarentee if we stop competing
get our children out of these f**kin streets
and get em' to reading
now i'm just speaking
s**t who am i to tell anyone
i'm tellin ya
it aint nuttin new up under da sun
you got yo guns
f**k you guns if you gone run when they chase ya
why wont you use some of that crazy s**tt you taken
to face em
now or later we gone have to stand up and fight
we pay the taxes in this b****
n**** use yo rights
and yeah i know i aint right
but i be damn if i'm wrong
they say 2 wrongs dont make it right
but yet it's makin me strong
and when i'm gone
i hope this song will rang in yo heart
my n**** aint no betta time
then right now to start

hook

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