Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lord Have Mercy, artist - X-Raided. Date of issue: 28.06.2004
Song language: English
Lord Have Mercy |
| If I gotta burn in fire |
| Feel the flames |
| For my loved ones to excel in this game |
| Then let it burn |
| Let it burn |
| As I lay me down to sleep |
| I pray to the Lord that my soul he keeps |
| Nobody weeps when a G dies |
| But like Maya Angelou still we rise |
| Mama tried to keep me home at night |
| But despite her attempts |
| I hung with the macks and the pimps |
| Sidin' with the Rip’s |
| Not cuz I like blue if you like red |
| I did it cuz I never did like you |
| And it said the good die young |
| I don’t recognize myself what have I become? |
| Can you tell me why am I headed for a dead end? |
| Why I got another dead friend? |
| Why they surround me- dead men? |
| Everywhere I look right and left |
| Flip another page in the book of life and death |
| It’s comin'- I feel it breathin' down my back |
| It got me runnin' Grim Reap ain’t cuttin' no slack |
| What can I do where can I go |
| Lord forgive me for all I did cuz I didn’t know |
| And when my heart beats it’s last tick |
| Somebody sat these three words in my casket: |
| Lord have mercy |
| Lord forgive me for all the wrong that I did |
| All of the pain that I inflicted as a kid |
| On Judgement Day consider this before you curse me |
| I was only a child so Lord have mercy |
| Forgive me for all the wrong that I’ve done |
| All of the pain I inflicted when I was young |
| On Judgement Day consider this before you curse me |
| I was only a child so Lord have mercy |
| Should I die before I wake |
| Don’t shed a tear Mama cuz I finally escaped |
| No more drama no more blood sweat and tears |
| No more pressure from my peers |
| And no more fears |
| I rest in peace- how long will it last |
| Fore I have to answer for what I did in the past |
| Illin' - willin' and dealin' cops always after me |
| I call it survival and you call it misanthropy |
| But let the record reflect circumstances were suspect |
| But you couldn’t care less- mann |
| While I struggle to survive |
| You turned your eyes- plugged your up ears |
| Ignored my cries |
| Now Ms. America sayin' we scarin' her |
| But she can give me Liberty or Death- I’m darin' her |
| Either one’ll set me free- that’s all I wanna be |
| But that ain’t what y’all wanna see |
| You’d rather see me killin' up my own in the ghetto |
| Or sellin' blow to anybody Black, Brown, or Yellow |
| But forget that- I’m tryin' to get my head right |
| Even if it mean I gotta get dead tonight |
| Lord have mercy forgive me |
| Forgive me for the blood that his body bled |
| And all the tears that his Mommy shed |
| Book says 'Thou Shalt Not Kill' |
| But I done seen more blood spilled |
| Than the vets on Hamburger Hill- it’s real |
| Post War Syndrome- went to see my homie |
| But his Mama told me that the homie been gone |
| Everytime I turn around it be another body on the ground |
| With fresh gunshot wounds but he didn’t hear a sound |
| When he came out the room |
| Nobody told him he would be dead so soon |
| But the gauge went boom Ms. America |
| I know you got a cure for AIDS |
| But we need a cure for Raid who on a rampage |
| Can you feel it- the tensions in the air thick |
| Hate got me so high I’m gettin' airsick |
| Got my people broke lookin for a buck to borrow |
| Doin it one day at a time fuck your sorrow |
| Fuck tommorrow I want revenge |
| I got a Beretta named Vendetta |
| Time to answer for your sin- man |
| When you meet your creator- tell him I apologize |
| But I gotta ride Lord have mercy forgive me… |