Stained Glass Windows

Stained Glass Windows (Lyrics)

I’ve seen some cloudy days

Through these stained windows

It’s hard to say but life can be

So plain and dull

I spend most nights getting high

But come Sunday morning, oh my…

The world looks much colorful

Through these stained windows

Man, I don’t go to church like I used to

Death ain’t something you get used to

They just laid my auntie in a coffin

Had to lay my cousin in a coffin

Peace to Lando, he was too true

You know he always stayed fresh

In that new new

Your mother cried tears, pouring like a faucet

But she never lost it, what a boss bitch

No light just darkness

Oh why the hardships

Soul fragile like porcelain

Then my mind gets exhausted

Staring out this stain glass fortress

Reminds me of my tattoos often

While other people get paintings and portraits

I be covered in angels & crosses

Lord listen…

I’ve seen some cloudy days

Through these stained windows

It’s hard to say but life can be

So plain and dull

I spend most nights getting high

But come Sunday morning, oh my…

The world looks much colorful

Through these stained windows

Dear momma you a queen you a goddess

I know raising 6 babies was the hardest

Yesterday we was living in the project

They say look at us now

I say ‘God did it’

And That’s the truth both hands on the Bible

I just tell it like it is, but what do I know

At 23 I was feeling suicidal

Then I survived yo, dem the high-lows

I guess you can’t always have it one way

I’ll be a changed man some day

My pastor said a prayer for me that Sunday

I hit service, back to sinning on Monday…

Good God

I’ve seen some cloudy days

Through these stained windows

It’s hard to say but life can be

So plain and dull

I spend most nights getting high

But come Sunday morning, oh my…

The world looks much colorful

Through these stained windows

I’ve seen more cloudy days than Ugh

One should have ever ever see in a lifetime

It’s enough to man cry

It’s like standing on land mines

Ive spent most nights getting high

But come Sunday morning, oh my…

The world looks much colorful

Through these stained windows

I’ve seen some cloudy days

Through these stained windows

It’s hard to say but life can be

So plain and dull

I spend most nights getting high

But come Sunday morning, oh my…

The world looks much colorful

Through these stained windows