Lyrics Oh Father! - Pastor Troy

I was that cool motherfucker
But living in the world of these cruel motherfuckers
Society done 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 fuckin grave by 21 is so likely
A million letters from the penn, niggaz 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′s too much drama in theses streets, too much heat and she said
Wanted by Feds, Red said they wanted us in our tombs
So I keep my eyes red and I stay in my room
I′m prayin soon that my end come cause income done halted
If you got it, then I got it, but then no one can talk it
Now tossed so simply this is universal this shit is the real deal
Tryin to build a 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 gon move the yay
Your game, but we can play and lucifer better pray
That thou does not do what thou has planned to do yesterday
I swear 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 minute
But couldn′t deal with the pay I quit that shit in a day
Back on the grind servin my yay nothing to say
Man I tried I'm told there′s a better way but who gon pull me inside?
They in they ride disappointed cause I had bad luck
I ain't never wanna sell this shit my nigga I'm stuck
My people roll they window up and then they hittin they lock
Its fucked up but thats the way it is down here on the block
Man everyone servin some rocks if not some rocks some weed
Everybody′s trap hot, I cant afford the heat
Its kinda neat how they just creep and kick the door off the hinge
And when these motherfuckers leave they taking all of my friends
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 succeed
Cause we some ignorant niggaz but all we need is to see I guarantee
If we stop competing get our children out these fucking streets
And get them to reading 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 but fuck yo gun
If you goin run when they chase ya
Why don't you do somethin bout that crazy shit just turn and you face em
Now or later we going to have to stand up and fight
We pay the taxes in this bitch nigga use your rights
And yeah, I know I ain′t right but ill be damned if I'm wrong
They say two wrongs don′t make a right
But yet 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