The Plea
Heavenly Father please forgive me for my sins once again
I done fell short of glory and my patients running thin
Lord I’m striving to be slow to speak, and quick to listen
Know that old flesh is dead and gone but I be reminiscing
King Jesus please forgive me for my sins once again
I done fell short of glory and my patients running thin
Lord I’m striving to be slow to speak, and quick to listen
Know that old flesh is dead and gone but I be reminiscing
Lord I need you, especially working with you people
Cause sometimes your children feel as if we weren’t created equal
Lo these bodies aint gone make it into heaven, we must shed them
they push people out their borders thinking they gone get in Heaven, who misled them
Send the young to fight their wars, but they care less about their veterans
Fought for freedom but you still aint free, a public misconception
You want answers, ask a question, then get hit with misdirection
Like how Epstien kill himself and wasn’t in witness protection
You know the reason, they change like the seasons, but meanwhile the truth is Remaining the same
They keep telling lies, cause the truth is despised
How many have died while waiting for change
They don’t just hate our skin, their loathing our heritage
They hate our kids so they target our marriages
They’re planning the parenthood of the careless
Tryna keep babies up out of our carriages
Poison our food and then charge us for water
Murder our boys and then kidnap our daughters
Infiltrate our women’s minds through the T.V.’s
Got them saying that their kids don’t need fathers
Teach our boys kill each other for colors
And bounce around dis-respecting our daughters
But it’s ok for some fame and a chain
Nothing’s change they changes how they bought us
Heavenly Father please forgive me for my sins once again
I done fell short of glory and my patients running thin
Lord I’m striving to be slow to speak, and quick to listen
Know that old flesh is dead and gone but I be reminiscing
King Jesus please forgive me for my sins once again
I done fell short of glory and my patients running thin
Lord I’m striving to be slow to speak, and quick to listen
Know that old flesh is dead and gone but I be reminiscing