Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oh Lord, artist - Apollo Brown. Album song Sincerely, Detroit, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Oh Lord |
| Yeah yeah |
| Aha, yo |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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, |
| 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 |
| But yall in 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 |
| 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 |
| We want fame, money, jewels |
| Picture more cars, bitches, food |
| We want more drugs, pills, liquor |
| Make us more sicker and the hoes more 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 violent |
| 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 whats televised |
| Begging for some better times |
| Government be telling lies |
| They kind of |
| Kind of like they penny-wise |
| Please God, send a sign |
| Or take me from the self inflicted Hell we live in, oh Lord |
| 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 |