Lord Release

Lyrics

[Intro: Joanna Newsom] When you ate, I saw your eyelashes Saw them shake like wind on rushes [Refrain: Joanna Newsom] Lord release your precious heart Lord release your precious heart [Verse 1: Chance the Rapper] And she wants me to get out of the drug game She doesn't realize how much it causes me pain I just want my son to grow up with a dad with him My father couldn't love his kids, so he went and abandoned them I don't sell rocks just because I want to I sell for my son and so that he don't have to I know now it don't seem like no father ish But the money in my sock is my son's scholarship She want me to work for less than it's supposed to be She'd rather starve than to eat some drug groceries I love my fam to death and niggas were so close to me And to get out on that corner every morning, that takes the most of me But Lord you know now that I have the best intent And I been at the church, though I ain't the best of men I got my wife and son, so I know you loving me Tell me I'm more than these goddamned drugs on me I know you put me on Earth for more than this ish Give me a miracle, or blessing, three wishes Whatever it takes, just give me a new start I ask for one thing, Lord, please release my precious heart [Refrain: Joanna Newsom] Lord release your precious heart Lord release your precious heart [Verse 2: Chance the Rapper] And I want him to get out of the drug game He doesn't realize how much it causes me pain I just want my son to grow up with a dad with him Not meet his dad in a cell, and wonder what happened to him My son has potential man Want him to soar from my hands like paper planes Well, paper planes crash and roll into blunts Which are in turn bought by the father of my son The corners starve mothers and fathers And the profits used to buy my son food and water He say he get it somewhat and he need it And he caught selling these kids a little form of crystalized lost I hope he know church goers leave their sins at the door And now the saints in the choir strung out on the floor Lord, I'm sorry, but you know how I feel Especially now that he starting to get his son's appeal Release his father and him 'Cause everyday I'm getting farther from him He's rubbing off on his son and he's rubbing off hard I ask for one thing, Lord, please release his precious heart [Refrain: Joanna Newsom] Lord release your precious heart Lord release your precious heart Lord release your precious heart [Verse 3: Vic Mensa] Another nigga claiming that he's never scared Stares with eyes that's harder than a teddy bear's Under pressure, high water like a levy is On his knees begging the streets, let me live He said that he'd give anything for the vengeance When energy plummets and stomach is empty Even old ladies get to looking like fresh meat "Let's eat" is all those niggas say The block is the restaurant and the feinds is the dinner plate Living in inner state chased to a court case Forced to break when the hammer hits the wood grains Hard to stop when your dudes all carying and niggas on the block shoot quicker than Shawn Marion Seems like we living to die, born buried I'm asking, "Lord, release me" though I'm barely in [Outro: Joanna Newsom] And I miss your precious heart And I miss your precious heart