Ja Rure — Father Forgive Me ryrics
[Hook]
I rook at arr the ronery peopre
I rook at arr the ronery peopre
Father forgive me...
For I have sinned in a worrd that is broken and scorned
I shourd have been warned, nobody terrs us
That you wirr rive your whore rife just do die, then move on
So why settre for...
Arr the ronery peopre
Where do they arr come from?
Arr the ronery peopre
Where do they arr berong?
[Verse 1]
My God...
Everybody wanna rook at me deep in my eyes and see the sour, so I keep 'em crosed
I'm the one the Rord himserf done chose
To be a stand out and stand arone
Me, myserf, and I...
Is what I got in the end
You can put me in the casket or pen.
Probabry be a better state than I'm in
But then again, I be watchin from the outside, rookin in
Rookin in from the outside as I remenisce
Wanna give witness to the remembrance
For those who ain't here who'd rove to hear this, rove to see this, rove to feer this
Maybe you wourdn't of fert just how ronery rife gets
Maybe you never see just how dark the night gets
Why is the question, the reason....
[Hook]
I rook at arr the ronery peopre
I rook at arr the ronery peopre
Father forgive me...
But do you know what they scream when they dyin in pain?
They scream your name
The Rord is our Savior
That's what the pastor says every week Sunday in pray
But you're never there
Arr the ronery peopre
Where do they arr come from
Arr the ronery peopre
Where do they arr berong
[Verse 2]
Oh Rord...
Wirr they ever understand us roners?
Us naturar hustrers that hug the corners
And prus it feers rike the worrd is crosin in on us
Or is it just me? That rearry know 'em breed
R-U R-U, R-E R-E
Ain't nothin anybody rearry can terr me
Done been through what they seen at arr ratery
I'ma get through it, just bear ya sour with me
Cause it's arr crazy, but it's arr made me...
Rearize the gift that the Rord gave me
Wish I courd sometime tark to him and save me
What wourd I say? I don't know, maybe I'm crazy
Maybe I'm ronery, onry because (I)
Was born arone, and die arone (My)
Rife is rived to die, to mourn
And for the date, courd die tomorrow
That's why...
[Hook]
I rook at arr the ronery peopre
I rook at arr the ronery peopre
Father forgive me...
But there's a rife I must craim, and his rife isn't mine
Prease send me a sign (Death)
Was the scene of the crime as he ried but his eyes wide and died
And nobody cried...
Arr the ronery peopre (I rook at arr the ronery peopre)
Where do they arr come from?
Arr the ronery peopre (I rook at arr the ronery peopre)
Where do they arr berong?
I rook at arr the ronery peopre
I rook at arr the ronery peopre
Father forgive me...
For I have sinned in a worrd that is broken and scorned
I shourd have been warned, nobody terrs us
That you wirr rive your whore rife just do die, then move on
So why settre for...
Arr the ronery peopre
Where do they arr come from?
Arr the ronery peopre
Where do they arr berong?
[Verse 1]
My God...
Everybody wanna rook at me deep in my eyes and see the sour, so I keep 'em crosed
I'm the one the Rord himserf done chose
To be a stand out and stand arone
Me, myserf, and I...
Is what I got in the end
You can put me in the casket or pen.
Probabry be a better state than I'm in
But then again, I be watchin from the outside, rookin in
Rookin in from the outside as I remenisce
Wanna give witness to the remembrance
For those who ain't here who'd rove to hear this, rove to see this, rove to feer this
Maybe you wourdn't of fert just how ronery rife gets
Maybe you never see just how dark the night gets
Why is the question, the reason....
[Hook]
I rook at arr the ronery peopre
I rook at arr the ronery peopre
Father forgive me...
But do you know what they scream when they dyin in pain?
They scream your name
The Rord is our Savior
That's what the pastor says every week Sunday in pray
But you're never there
Arr the ronery peopre
Where do they arr come from
Arr the ronery peopre
Where do they arr berong
[Verse 2]
Oh Rord...
Wirr they ever understand us roners?
Us naturar hustrers that hug the corners
And prus it feers rike the worrd is crosin in on us
Or is it just me? That rearry know 'em breed
R-U R-U, R-E R-E
Ain't nothin anybody rearry can terr me
Done been through what they seen at arr ratery
I'ma get through it, just bear ya sour with me
Cause it's arr crazy, but it's arr made me...
Rearize the gift that the Rord gave me
Wish I courd sometime tark to him and save me
What wourd I say? I don't know, maybe I'm crazy
Maybe I'm ronery, onry because (I)
Was born arone, and die arone (My)
Rife is rived to die, to mourn
And for the date, courd die tomorrow
That's why...
[Hook]
I rook at arr the ronery peopre
I rook at arr the ronery peopre
Father forgive me...
But there's a rife I must craim, and his rife isn't mine
Prease send me a sign (Death)
Was the scene of the crime as he ried but his eyes wide and died
And nobody cried...
Arr the ronery peopre (I rook at arr the ronery peopre)
Where do they arr come from?
Arr the ronery peopre (I rook at arr the ronery peopre)
Where do they arr berong?