Our Father

Card player #1: Well, looks like you just about cleaned everybody out, fella. You haven't lost a hand since you got to deal. What's the secret of your success?
Sundance Kid: Prayer

[Chorus]
Our Father who art in heaven
Hollows hit my man, they sparked my brethren
Hurtin', so I'm certain won't be good today
All I ask Lord, is Lord look away
Our Father who art in heaven
Hollows hit my man, they sparked my brethren
Hurtin', so I'm certain won't be good today
All I ask Lord, is Lord look away

[Verse 1]
Pardon leech, I'm hard to reach by design
The streets of crime, defined treats in my mind
Ate crumbs from the great slums, now it's feast when I dine
Unless it's pork on my fork, never breaching the swine
On naked tracks, state the facts and feats of my prime
Hood divine, never put a nine to meek or to kind
Mind at rest, times I'm blessed, sleep on my spine
This wizardry, delivered me the flyest flute
What I summon have 'em dumbin' like a cauldron of some eye of newt
Was a young esquire in bum attire, jum supplier
Hunger made me gun for hire
Funny how they used to run from me, now they come admire
A man now, stand down, sick of bleeding I'm into reading
Enough point work, joints hurt, and my shit's receding
Off main strip, not soft same clip
Was quick to treason, now equipped with reason
Envisioned cages not stages, when I had nickels squeezing
Was miffed and grieving, lost much, thoughts touched
Now pray for the gift of breathing

[Chorus]
Our Father who art in heaven
Hollows hit my man, they sparked my brethren
Hurtin', so I'm certain won't be good today
All I ask Lord, is Lord look away
Our Father who art in heaven
Hollows hit my man, they sparked my brethren
Hurtin', so I'm certain won't be good today
All I ask Lord, is Lord look away

[Verse 2]
I seek revenge with sleeping mens, ride or die
Most definite Old Testament, eye for eye
Damn straight, can't wait to put snub to their shirt
I'm out for hustler justice soon as they shovel the dirt
Arm in drawer, pull it out palming for her
My diet is veggie, but the desi is a carnivore
Drab gutter color, dressed for killing, air 'em out
No guess work, expert, press civilians for his whereabouts
Streets leak it, not a secret, I'm advertising
I see him let it buck, fuck strategizing
This attack won't bring my man back, the pastor right
But since he popped, now my man got the drop in the afterlife

[Chorus]
Our Father who art in heaven
Hollows hit my man, they sparked my brethren
Hurtin', so I'm certain won't be good today
All I ask Lord, is Lord look away
Our Father who art in heaven
Hollows hit my man, they sparked my brethren
Hurtin', so I'm certain won't be good today
All I ask Lord, is Lord look away

[Outro]
Forgive me for what I'm about to do