Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oh Father , by - Pastor Troy. Release date: 31.12.2000
Song language: English
Oh Father |
| I was that cool motherfucker |
| but living in the world of these cruel motherfuckers |
| society they made me a fool motherfucker |
| and sixteen shots leaving the pussies taking cover |
| huh I’m sorry mother motherfuckers just ain’t like me the fucking braid buy twenty one is so likely |
| a million letters from the penn is writing me fuck the system the DEA sellin all the damn yay |
| so I pray them fuckers die |
| and when they leave let them pussy motherfuckers fry |
| and make they families eternally have to cry and |
| crucify me and label me the n ride I testify I’m ready |
| Oh father come and take me I surrender I’m ready |
| Statistics said I wouldn’t live to see the grey in my head |
| there is to much drama in theses streets to much heat and she said |
| wont let the feds red said they want no dust in my tomb |
| so I keep my eyes red and I stay in my room |
| I’m prayin soon that my income cause income is halted |
| if you got then I got it but anyone can talk it now tossed so simply this is universal this shit is the real deal |
| try to feel the commercial america tell me where is the freedom of liberty |
| this place ain’t meant for me so I got a quarter key |
| and move it like ryder trucks |
| those crackers are already stuck a path |
| for my niggaz because my niggaz ain’t give a fuck |
| bout nothin they had to say we always going to rule the GA |
| your games is what we can play and lucifer better pray |
| that I do not do what was planned to do yesterday |
| I sware to god in Georgia |
| Oh father come and take me I surrender I’m ready |
| This is for my folks in Cuba |
| This is for my folks in Jamaica |
| This is for my folks in Africa, we ready |
| Them crackers had me fucked up I scooped a job for a min |
| but couldn’t deal with the pay I quit that shit in a day |
| back on the grind servin my yay nothing to say |
| but I tried I’m told there is a better way but who going to pull me inside? |
| they in they ride disappointed because I had bad luck |
| I ain’t ever goin to sell this shit my nigga I’m stuck |
| my people roll they window up and then they hit and they locked |
| its fucked up but thats the way it is down here on the block |
| maan everyone servin some rocks if not some rocks some weed |
| everybody’s trapped high I cant afford the heat its kinda neat |
| how they just creep and kick the door off the hinge |
| and when theses motherfuckers leave they taking all of my friend |
| no way to win cause we are in for the ride of our lives |
| when I was writing this shit I had to wipe my eye |
| cause this is chaos they after us we will never succede |
| cause we some ignorant niggaz but all we need is to see I guarantee |
| if we stop competition get our children off these fucking streets |
| and get some Qu’ran I’m just speaking shit who am I to tell anyone |
| I’m telling ya there ain’t nothing new up under the sun |
| you got your gun well fuck ya gun |
| if you goin run when they chase ya why don’t you do some that crazy shit slap that bitch in the face |
| now or later we going to have to stand up and fight |
| we pay the taxes in this bitch nigga use your rights |
| now I know I ain’t right but ill be damned if I’m wrong |
| they say two wrongs don’t make a right |
| but damn its making me strong and when I’m gone |
| I hope this song rang in your heart |
| my nigga ain’t no better time then right now to start |
| Oh father come and take me I surrender I’m ready |