Devil's Work lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Father forgive me

I'm staring at this bible as I keep glancing

Dear Lord, I got questions and I need answers

Tryna understand your vision, all I see is damage

Just a bunch of dead bodies in the street camping

A bunch of lost souls on their feet standing

We supposed to be your children I thought we family

You're supposed to be my father, bruh, I need answers

We don't need to die young, we just need chances

Tired of living on the edge so we keep scrambling

Tryna talk to these strippers but they keep dancing

We just wanna be number one like Steve Francis

Bow our heads, say a prayer, now the seed's planted

Everywhere I turn, I'm seeing emcees vanish

Lot of good niggas gone, I don't understand it

Lot of families lost and they seem stranded

I ain't trying to disrespect you, I just need answers

I know you're watching us from heaven thinking, "Who to save?"

Cherry pickin' who should go next and who should stay

I'd be on my way to heaven if I knew the way

And bring back every good nigga you choose to take

They say you never wrong but you done made a few mistakes

'Cause you taking the wrong niggas maybe you should trade

Trade us back all the real ones and remove the fakes

I think you should trade

Give us 2Pac back, and take that nigga Suge (Ooh!)

Let the legend resurrect and he gon' live for good (Ooh!)

I been screaming thug life in every different hood (Thug life, thug life)

If only you could bring him back, Lord I wish you would

Give us Biggie, give us Pun, give us triple X

Take that nigga Trump with you, that's a bigger threat

There's too much power for a coward with no intellect

That's a bigot with a collar there's a disconnect

Nigga's dying, mama crying, grandma need a tissue

Nigga shootin' up a church, now I need a pistol

All them niggas still livin', you don't see the issue

But how you take Selena and then you take Aaliyah with you?

I ain't tryna disrespect, just need to meet up with you

I ain't tryna over step, just want to reason with you

Give us back our loved ones and take the evil with you

Send them suckers straight to hell, they don't need a vigil

I need you to give us back Martin Luther, take Martin Shkreli

Give us back Malcolm, take R. Kelly

R.I.P. Lil Snupe give that boy his life back

Take Eric Holder give us Eric Wright back

I'm sending you this message, Lord, I hope you hit me right back

They say I'm on the wrong train, I know I'm on the right track (Yeah)

'Cause Trayvon gone, and all he did was tryna fight back

Zimmerman walk around free, we don't like that (We don't like that)

Why you take our mothers from us?

Our fathers and our sisters and our cousins from us?

Got these children getting murdered while they double dutchin'

Wonder why the fuck you take Nipsey Hussle from us?

Damn, you took a true king, a true brother from us

This a fuckin' marathon but they runnin' from us

Now everybody got guns, nigga's up to something

And every gangsta wanna prove that they tough or something

You know it's not fair, tell the truth, I've been in my feelings too

But if you took Emmett Till, at least take Dylann Roof

At least take James Holmes, I ain't even mad at that

Just bring back Whitney, and give us Michael Jackson back

Feds want me in the slammer, damn

Ain't no justice for Sandra Bland, we up like the ceiling fan

Lord, if you listenin' I'm just lookin' for a hand to hand

Take out the fuck niggas and give us back our fam again

Drownin' in my tears, tryna pray for something

Wonder why you give us life for you to take it from us

Wonder why you give us family and erase them from us

Maybe hopefully you can have a conversation with us (Yeah)

Maybe I'm just probably tripping 'cause I need a hug (I need a hug)

The hood can't find jobs, now we need a plug (We need a plug)

Everybody and their momma tryna be a thug

I don't go to church 'cause I'm afraid of being judged

I've been starin' at the ceiling as I lie in bed

Watchin' niggas follow trends like Simon says

I pray you give us back the real ones and try again

Or maybe take them niggas that deserve to die instead

Tomi Lahren run her mouth and then she get defensive

Laura Ingraham laughin' at death and disrespectin'

I really feel like you should teach them stupid hoes a lesson

Either that or give us back somebody who deserve the blessings

I left out a bunch of names that I forgot to mention

Cost too much to pay attention then it got expensive

Father forgive me for I know not what I do

And now I'm reachin' out to you, hopin' you hear me and return the message

I know that you got our back and that you're not against us

Or maybe you just love us so you doin' shit to test us

I just kinda thought that you would do more to protect us

They say that the good die young and I ain't on the guest list

I've been drinkin', Lord forgive me, it's my blood racin'

I don't know what I'm thinking, I'm just frustrated

I don't mean to question you, I'm just confused

I don't know what else to do, I've been patient and it sucks waiting

Took my mans from me, that forever hurts

But puttin' the blame on you, that'd never work

I know this ain't your fault, it's the devil's work

Devil's work