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cry out - juaquin fabela lyrics

[verse]
lord please give me peace like a child sleeping
won’t somebody understand me cause i’m tired of speaking
my baby’s gone and now i’m sitting here trying to piece it
up all together
trying to heal but inside i’m bleeding
sitting trying to find a reason
how can a father live
everyday with never knowing where his daughter is
it’s heavy rain upon my head like a thunderstorm
my brother’s warned me you’ll suffer if you leave the lord
now my soul is under war
but there ain’t no guns no more
brother it’s spiritual
father just please forgive me
believe me i need a miracle
tell me why they don’t care no more
this world’s so cold
and even when you bear your soul
they turn to stone and want to know
why there’s guns in class
and ones who ask:
“why daddy’s in prison why mommy k!lled herself with drugs in hand”
we’ve done the math but it’s all just division
see what we need is jesus christ
and it’s more than religion
now listen
hear the children
when they cry out
from a feeling that’s ripping them deep inside now
it’s the reason
that they hide out
the reason why most of em looking for something
the reason they’re screaming to find out
where’s the love at
wish it would come back
somebody better take these guns and drugs up where the sun’s at
tell me right here
willing to fight here
take me away from a place where the people believe in a reason to die here
striking through the streets at night
up alone
my monte carlo’s bumping beat at the lights up on the chrome
i see reflections of the stars gleaming
universe is telling me that this is god’s freedom
why can’t we all see em
memories of brothers in penitentiaries who have been oppressed by the system keep getting the best of me
just set em free
in my moment of silence
can’t help reflect on all the neighbourhoods that’s home to violence
never gave a chance to a child who never had nothing
put em in the pen and pray that he stays up in there for hundreds
and you wonder why i come with venom
deliberately stinking on these fools who took part in sending brothers in simply for the riding
i can see it in your eyes
you disagree and i can hear it in your lies
you wish i was dead in these streets
with a .40 in my hand
lost smoking a blunt
instead i’m standing with a cross in hand
holding it up
what!

- juaquin fabela lyrics

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