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[Intro: Joell Ortiz] I'm all yours This time I mean it All that time I left you You was right by my side Thank you [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] I kneel before you on this altar Thank you for the way my life didn't wave or alter On the days I left you The months I left you The years I left you Still your word kept true Father, I ask for forgiveness for the sins that I committed And sins that I commit in the future 'Cause I'm no different than anybody who makes mistakes Just know that my heart yearns for your saving Grace And my faith is placed firmly at your will Lord, please cover my family Please cover my friends Please keep my sanity This world can be a terrible place, weighs heavy Got the babies wearing metal on waist, they spray deadly Father, I come to you, guilty of being guilty But I got it out the mud, whatever, man, I was filthy No more excuses, no more justifications for being stupid On the day I face my judgement, I pray that you play my music You'll hear my growth through that, 'cause I don't go to church I just go to rap, it's my confessional booth Keeps my soul intact, I got these blessing from you So no more holding back Here I am [Chorus: KXNG Crooked] We are fathers, we are brothers, we are sons (Here I Am) We are husbands, we are uncles, we are done (Here I Am) Being placed in that box that you brung (Here I Am) Speak life to us, death is of the tongue [Verse 2: KXNG Crooked] God, tell me why they mad at me for clothes on my anatomy Can it be my hoodie is taking all my humanity They don't see the man in me, a travesty Asking me why I wear jewels, is it vanity? No, I'm your Majesty Grew up with the casualties, gang members attacking me All because where my family lives geographically Funeral service, dead homies, I had the strap with me R.I.P. Roc, hand on the Glock, wanted it to pass the sea Enemies in the church house, gotta speak to God now The world got me burnt out, society is a opp now Look at the way I turned out, honestly I'm hostile Forgot what I learnt 'bout me being God's child Started remembering as I walked to the altar My pain and my chain heavy as Rock of Gibraltar Y'all readin' books but I'd rather talk to the author These Reeboks like Enoch, wanna walk with the father (Dear God) Can I chop it with you for a second? (Please) Hate to be that guy, gotta hit you with some questions First, let me thank you for the my opulence and blessings Not just the possessions but for all the knowledge and the lessons That you taught me in depression, cockin' Smith & Wesson Bad attitude, learned that gratitude's the opposite of stressin' And I'm thankful for that (Yeah) I stopped drinking and I'm grateful for that Can't stop thinking how these people say you fake And I can't go for that 'Cause when nigga's try to kill me, my angels attack (Yeah) Divine intervention, collidin' with henchmen The bullets whiskin' by within inches Surving the trenches to sign my intentions Is it to ride for the vengeance and slide with the pistols Firing like pistons inside of my engine (Pow) Or should I chill 'cause you pushed back my deadline They could've left my brain leakin' blood Like telepathy, that's a red mind God, I still got a lot of questions Guess I'll ask next time 'cause right now it's 'bout my homie So I'm goin' home plus these people lookin' at me like I don't belong [Chorus: KXNG Crooked] We are fathers, we are brothers, we are sons (Here I Am) We are husbands, we are uncles, we are done (Here I Am) Being placed in that box that you brung (Here I Am) Speak life to us, death is of the tongue I'm gone