Lyrics Devils Work - Joyner Lucas
Father,
forgive
me
I'm
staring
at
this
Bible
as
I
keep
glancing
Dear
Lord,
I
got
questions
and
I
need
answers
Tryna
understand
your
vision,
all
I
see
is
damage
Just
a
bunch
of
dead
bodies
in
the
street
camping
A
bunch
of
lost
souls
on
their
feet
standing
We
supposed
to
be
your
children,
I
thought
we
family
You're
supposed
to
be
my
Father,
bruh,
I
need
answers
We
don't
need
to
die
young,
we
just
need
chances
Tired
of
living
on
the
edge
so
we
keep
scrambling
Tryna
talk
to
these
strippers
but
they
keep
dancing
We
just
wanna
be
number
one
like
Steve
Francis
Bow
our
heads,
say
a
prayer,
now
the
seed's
planted
Everywhere
I
turn,
I'm
seeing
emcees
vanish
Lot
of
good
niggas
gone,
I
don't
understand
it
Lot
of
families
lost
and
they
seem
stranded
I
ain't
tryna
disrespect
you,
I
just
need
answers
I
know
you're
watching
us
from
heaven
thinking,
who
to
save?
Cherry
pickin'
who
should
go
next
and
who
should
stay
I'd
be
on
my
way
to
heaven
if
I
knew
the
way
And
bring
back
every
good
nigga
you
choose
to
take
They
say
you
never
wrong,
but
you
done
made
a
few
mistakes
'Cause
you
taking
the
wrong
niggas,
maybe
you
should
trade
Trade
us
back
all
the
real
ones,
remove
the
fakes
I
think
you
should
trade
Give
us
2Pac
back,
and
take
that
nigga
Suge
(Ooh!)
Let
the
legend
resurrect
and
he
gon'
live
for
good
(Ooh!)
I
been
screaming
Thug
life
in
every
different
hood
(Thug
life,
thug
life)
If
only
you
could
bring
him
back,
Lord
I
wish
you
would
Give
us
Biggie,
give
us
Pun,
give
us
triple
X
Take
that
nigga
Trump
with
you,
that's
a
bigger
threat
There's
too
much
power
for
a
coward
with
no
intellect
That's
a
bigot
with
a
collar,
there's
a
disconnect
Niggas
dying,
Mama
crying,
Grandma
need
a
tissue
Niggas
shootin'
up
a
church,
now
I
need
a
pistol
All
them
niggas
still
livin',
you
don't
see
the
issue
But
how
you
take
Selena
and
then
you
take
Aaliyah
with
you?
I
ain't
tryna
disrespect,
just
need
to
meet
up
with
you
(Lord)
I
ain't
tryna
overstep,
just
want
to
reason
with
you
(Lord)
Give
us
back
our
loved
ones
and
take
the
evil
with
you
(Lord)
Send
them
suckers
straight
to
hell,
they
don't
need
a
vigil
(Woo!)
I
need
you
to
give
us
back
Martin
Luther,
take
Martin
Shkreli
(Take!)
Give
us
back
Malcolm,
take
R.
Kelly
R.I.P.
Lil
Snupe,
give
that
boy
his
life
back
Take
Eric
Holder,
give
us
Eric
Wright
back
I'm
sending
you
this
message,
Lord,
I
hope
you
hit
me
right
back
They
say
I'm
on
the
wrong
train,
I
know
I'm
on
the
right
track
(Yeah)
'Cause
Trayvon
gone,
and
all
he
did
was
tryna
fight
back
Zimmerman
walk
around
free,
we
don't
like
that
(We
don't
like
that)
Why
you
take
our
mothers
from
us?
Our
fathers
and
our
sisters
and
our
cousins
from
us?
Got
these
children
getting
murdered
while
they
double
dutchin'
Wonder
why
the
fuck
you
take
Nipsey
Hussle
from
us?
Damn,
you
took
a
true
king,
a
true
brother
from
us
This
a
fuckin'
marathon,
but
they
runnin'
from
us
Now
everybody
got
guns,
nigga's
up
to
something
And
every
gangsta
wanna
prove
that
they
tough
or
something
You
know
it's
not
fair,
tell
the
truth
I've
been
in
my
feelings
too
But
if
you
took
Emmett
Till,
at
least
take
Dylann
Roof
At
least
take
James
Holmes,
I
ain't
even
mad
at
that
Just
bring
back
Whitney,
and
give
us
Michael
Jackson
back
Feds
want
me
in
the
slammer,
damn
Ain't
no
justice
for
Sandra
Bland,
we
up
like
the
ceiling
fan
Lord,
if
you
listenin',
I'm
just
lookin'
for
a
hand
to
hand
Take
out
the
fuck
niggas
and
give
us
back
our
fam
again
Drownin'
in
my
tears,
tryna
pray
for
something
(Woo!)
Wonder
why
you
give
us
life
for
you
to
take
it
from
us
(Woo!)
Wonder
why
you
give
us
family
then
erase
them
from
us
(Woo!)
Maybe
hopefully
you
can
have
a
conversation
with
us
(Yeah)
Maybe
I'm
just
probably
tripping
'cause
I
need
a
hug
(I
need
a
hug)
The
hood
can't
find
jobs,
now
we
need
a
plug
(We
need
a
plug)
Everybody
and
their
mama
tryna
be
a
thug
I
don't
go
to
church
'cause
I'm
afraid
of
being
judged
I've
been
starin'
at
the
ceiling
as
I
lie
in
bed
Watchin'
niggas
follow
trends
like
Simon
Says
(Yeah)
I
pray
you
give
us
back
the
real
ones
and
try
again
Or
maybe
take
them
niggas
that
deserve
to
die
instead
Tomi
Lahren
run
her
mouth
and
then
she
get
defensive
Laura
Ingraham
laughin'
at
death
and
disrespecting
I
really
feel
like
you
should
teach
them
stupid
hoes
a
lesson
Either
that
or
give
us
back
somebody
who
deserve
the
blessings
I
left
out
a
bunch
of
names
that
I
forgot
to
mention
Cost
too
much
to
pay
attention,
then
it
got
expensive
Father
forgive
me,
for
I
know
not
what
I
do
And
now
I'm
reachin'
out
to
you
Hoping
you
hear
me
and
return
the
message
I
know
that
you
got
our
back
and
that
you're
not
against
us
Or
maybe
you
just
love
us
so
you
doin'
shit
to
test
us
I
just
kinda
thought
that
you
would
do
more
to
protect
us
They
say
that
the
good
die
young
and
I
ain't
on
the
guest
list
I've
been
drinking,
Lord
forgive
me,
it's
my
blood
racig
I
don't
know
what
I'm
thinking,
I'm
just
frustrated
I
don't
mean
to
question
you,
I'm
just
confused
I
don't
know
what
else
to
do
I've
been
patient
and
it
sucks
waiting
Took
my
mans
from
me,
that
forever
hurts
But
puttin'
the
blame
on
you,
that'd
never
work
I
know
this
ain't
your
fault,
it's
the
devil's
work
Devil's
work
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