Forgive me, Father
I been out here chasing bread, Tried to keep my soul clean
With a price on my head. If I fall short
Catch me where the light won't tread Till the day I come home
Let the angels spread. Spent Sundays counting losses
Monday counting change, If grace is a puddle
I was dancing in the rain. Mama said pray
I said "Ma, I'm on time, But my clock got robbed
By the rent and the grind. Truth in the booth
Like a booth in a church, Confess to the mic
Let the bass do the purge
I ain't perfect
I'm permitted to improve on sight, Turn wrongs into lessons
Make a left to go right. If a crown got thorns
Let it pierce through doubt, If a sin got weight
I'ma bench that out
Forgive me, Father
I been out here chasing bread, Tried to keep my soul clean
With a price on my head. If I fall short
Catch me where the light won't tread Till the day I come home
Let the angels spread
Forgive me, Father
I been out here chasing bread, Tried to keep my soul clean
With a price on my head. If I fall short
Catch me where the light won't tread Till the day I come home
Let the angels spread. Bless my enemies
They taught me discipline, Bless my memories
They keep the mission in
E e e e e E e ee E e
Forgive me
Not 'cause I'm weak
Cause I'm strong enough to own it