Dear Me, I'm Pouring Back Into You

A Gangstar's Prayer Featuring Bara7al

Dear God

It's me, Johnny again

Coming to You and asking for forgiveness of my sins

I know I did things that I shouldn't have done

But it's not like I wanted to 

I had to feed my son

Dear God

It's also your other child Tre'Maine

Lying prostrate on my hands and knees

Asking you to hear me as I pray

Repenting for the times that I went astray

Thankful that you've made for me blue skies

When all around me it's been black and grey

You understand what we're talking about 

You have a Begotten Son you love

We know these tears won't be ignored from the Heavens above

We don't walk in the Valley of Death

We live in it

Raised in oppression and war 

Like it's live or die in it

And no, we're not being timid

We just want a breakthrough

Because the only way out of darkness 

Is to have you bring us through it

I made some childish decisions

But can you really blame me?

I had no father show me 

What a man should be

Mom tried her best

The truth of the matter is

A female can't teach a male how to be a man

But only what a female is

Didn't learn about sex from the birds and the bees

I learned about it in middle school

While my friends and I were drinking and smoking trees

Indica and Kush had me hiding in the bush

The Haze had me in a daze that I felt agonizing pain

Yes, we're a hot mess Father

We're willing to admit it

We moved foolishly

And acknowledged that we can be timid

These so called "Christians" are faker than cartoons

That's why I don't even bother

Pastors will sell you hope for a tithe

But they still love the imposter

Why go to church when a preacher is trying to tell me about myself?

All I see is his new ride, his money, his mansion and abundance of wealth

Churches on every corner

And my friends are still sleeping on the streets

Always professing Jesus 

But not giving my son anything to eat

Johnny stop it!

Tre'Maine you quit!

Why are you tripping bro?

Man, I'm sick of it!

The rich are getting richer 

And I'm tired of the ignorance 

I get, brother

I know you do

I apologize, wasn't trying to make you mad

Let's hold each other up

While we get ready to say goodbye to Dad

God, one final request

Could you kindly tell the police

To keep their hands off of us

We pray that we'll be washed and made new

By the blood of Your Son

We thank you for your grace

And your love that runs deep

We don't want to die tomorrow

So please give us protection and peace?

Watch over us

We need you

In Jesus Name

Amen.