***This is an updated, revised, longer verse.x(***






I wrote this to the Fountain of Youth instrumental by Cardiac.

The hook starts at the drum line, verse starts at the piano.






Our father, who art in heaven
I gotta, question, and its hard
yep...
and its hard
yep...

Our father, who art in heaven
I gotta, question, and its hard
yep...
got me at odds
yep...

Our father, who art in heaven
did you really have, simian arms?
yep...
Simian born?
yep...

Our father, who art in heaven
I gotta, question, and its hard
yep...
need it resolved

Yo(verse 1)

Our Father, who art in heaven//
On planet earth, children are starved//
(yep)
feelings are hard//

Theyre rydin' round town, and theyre, killing at large//(r.i.p France victims)
And pray, to Allah, when they get in the mosque//
Is hatred, our cause, to deliver the rod?//
Why not just, remove those, in the vasad?//
Some people, are afraid, when the see the hijab//
They think a cemetary, could be in the remarks//
Alot of people pray, to a higher//
That they admire//
It may inspire//
I'll say it flyer//
Theyre being wired//
The Cross, will replace the visor//
Before long, to do wrong,
theyll face the fire, Theyll make a lie up//
Prolonged//
Creates Pariah/
Theyll make attire//
To cause you to make a riot, theyll take a pilot//
whos headed to a State, island//(NYC)
Now its either be be-headed, or escape tyrants//
Started off in good faith, to straight violence//
Asked "will it ever change?", straight silence//
Grandmothers putting money in a plate smiling//
Now the preachers gotta Bentley, a house, on a hill, and a lake by it//
And a champagne steak diet//
Not to campaign hate, I remain biased//
Cause he straight lyin'//
And if you disagree, stay quiet//
Or paint a verse, and create science//
I know it hurts, but embrace dyin'//
And no, their won't be a gate hiding//
That you find,
When you pass the bright-light, and youre space flying//
Cause when you flatline,
Thats, it, its a wrap dog, nap time//
Theyll commemorate, past times//
But it can litigate//
And then can illustrate chastise//
And then debilitate,those left,
who facilitated in youre baptize//
Now how is that, fly?//

father, who art in heaven
I gotta, question, and its hard
yep...
and its hard
yep...

Our father, who art in heaven
I gotta, question, and its hard
yep...
got me at odds
yep...

Our father, who art in heaven
did you really have, simian arms?
yep...
Simian born?
yep...

Our father, who art in heaven
I gotta, question, and its hard
yep...
need it resolved