[Hook – Saigon]
Does the Lord hear a sinner’s prayer?
When I die, if I make to the gate, will they let me into there?
As I look at this crook in the mirror
With all this dirt on my hair
Does the Lord hear a sinner’s prayer?
This is a sinner's prayer
When I die, if I make to the gate, will they let me into there?
As I look at this crook in the mirror
With all this dirt on my hair
Does the Lord hear a sinner’s prayer?
[Verse 1 – Saigon]
If they wishin' to be dishonest
I think they got they mission accomplished
We still don't know the real definition of Congress
I love the Obamas—Barack and Michelle
But it's been five years, my block still hot as hell
Ain't nobody else gon' say it, I might as well
If you don't like the beat, well, then play this shit acapell'
Somethin' you need to hear—I'm like the new Makavell'
With a lot to tell, I can change the game by myself
But I said, "Fuck all that, I'm finna call Pap"
His phone dead, left him a message to call back
It's all black everything, everything all black
Even our mind frames—we taking it all back
You niggas say, “Brian, you delusional
You read too many books in the pen, and them muhfuckers confusin' you”
Fathe,r forgive me for not living so positively
My apologies, Lord, please, Father, forgive me
Does the Lord hear a sinner’s prayer?
When I die, if I make to the gate, will they let me into there?
As I look at this crook in the mirror
With all this dirt on my hair
Does the Lord hear a sinner’s prayer?
This is a sinner's prayer
When I die, if I make to the gate, will they let me into there?
As I look at this crook in the mirror
With all this dirt on my hair
Does the Lord hear a sinner’s prayer?
[Verse 1 – Saigon]
If they wishin' to be dishonest
I think they got they mission accomplished
We still don't know the real definition of Congress
I love the Obamas—Barack and Michelle
But it's been five years, my block still hot as hell
Ain't nobody else gon' say it, I might as well
If you don't like the beat, well, then play this shit acapell'
Somethin' you need to hear—I'm like the new Makavell'
With a lot to tell, I can change the game by myself
But I said, "Fuck all that, I'm finna call Pap"
His phone dead, left him a message to call back
It's all black everything, everything all black
Even our mind frames—we taking it all back
You niggas say, “Brian, you delusional
You read too many books in the pen, and them muhfuckers confusin' you”
Fathe,r forgive me for not living so positively
My apologies, Lord, please, Father, forgive me
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