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Our Father (Street Psalm) lyrics
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Intro
Knees hit cracked concrete, palms pressed tight Whispering the old words under red-blue lights
Verse 1
Our Father, who art in heaven Hallowed be thy name Thy kingdom come, thy will be done On earth as it is in heaven Same prayer on project stairs, same breath in county cells Same plea when the rent due and the corner never fails Give us this day our daily bread While the fridge light flickers and the corner store marks up the spread Kids count change for chips, moms count days till the check Still we bow heads at the table even when the table’s bare
Verse 2
And forgive us our trespasses As we forgive those who trespass against us Forgive the debts we owe, forgive the ones we’re owed Forgive the trigger fingers, forgive the hands that sold Forgive the snitch, forgive the judge, forgive the crooked badge Forgive the ones who left us bleeding on the boulevard And lead us not into temptation But the block still calls with fast money and loud fame Packages on the scale feel like freedom till the chain But deliver us from evil From the raid at 6 a.m., from the coffin too soon From the needle in the arm, from the rage in the room
Verse 3
For thine is the kingdom And the power, and the glory Even when the towers lean and the headlines tell another story Even when the chalk outline still warm on the ground Your name stays holy when the whole block bowed down Forever and ever From the stoop to the stars, from the cage to the sky We still rise every morning, still asking why Yet still saying thank you when the sun cracks the blinds Still claiming the promise that one day we’ll be fine
Outro
Amen From the block to your throne Thy will be done We ain’t praying alone
Inside the recording
Knees hit cracked concrete, palms pressed tight Whispering the old words under red-blue lights
And forgive us our trespasses As we forgive those who trespass against us
Amen From the block to your throne
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