Sins of the Father

Ka & Roc Marciano - Rap, Hip-Hop
Sins of the Father
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Duration: 2:47
Lyrics
[Intro] These are the children of misery The afflicted The hopeless The oppressed [Verse 1: Ka] Still built my ark in the face of ridicule The waste left a bad taste when the bitter duel Was fumin', runnin' on E, ain't have a bit of fuel Here, repair was past affair, had to get a tool Saw too much to have blind faith Chow was laced with sour grapes, this ain't a divine place The long lags of stagnation made the mind race Being lost like this'll have you in a confined space Of course for my life to alter, had to sacrifice Days we was forced to fast, prayed for rapid nights Truthfully, won't see the future movin' with parasites If mentors ain't dispensed with war, you got bad advice They say rest in peace the only peaceful gatherin' Another track and field, leadin' with the javelin Was only schemin' 'cause couldn't reason with my abdomen Still bagged 'em all, Virgin Mary to Mary Magdalene They used to call us deviants But if they was feedin' us, we might've had obedience (Might've) You know my stock was only good as my ingredients The system only leaned on us, never showed us lenience [Sample] My punishment is greater than I can bear [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] Reign in hell or serve in heaven Take from the world or earn your blessings I heard verbatim from an angel's message My left shoulder, there was Satan finessin' I burnt the sage in the name of protection Be James Evans or Rayful Edmonds It's a dirty game of chess and checkers Get paid or be left naked and desperate I lit a candle and played Jamaican records Prayed and rested next to my favorite weapons Saved my bread up and then made my exit (I'm out) I'm going back and forth with the thoughts of quittin' like table tennis But what's the game if the players ain't in it? (Real shit) Every pen ran out of ink on the day this was written Cain killed Abel in prison while upstate on a visit (Uh) They so quick to trade and hate on a nigga Nothin' my radar couldn't pick up We overcame greater odds to be winners, harsh winters No lookin' back, we break the mirrors, gray spirits We gave the devil a grace period The wicked's baptized in Lake Superior My lady from Syria My interior Siberia My eyes still teary, nothin' could cheer me up, this is the criteria [Chorus: Ka and Roc Marciano] From the 'Ville, still payin' for the sins of my father From the Island, still payin' for his sins, he was wildin' From the 'Ville, still payin' for the sins of my father From the Island, still payin' for his sins, he was wildin' Time for clemency, change the verdicts Whatever he did, we ain't deserve this Time for clemency, change the verdicts Whatever he did, we ain't deserve this [Outro] We have an iron motto We live well, we die well
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Credits
- Writers
- Ka
- Roc Marciano
- Metal Clergy