Sinner's Prayer - Saigon, Papoose, Omar Epps

Does the Lord hear a sinner’s prayer?

When I die, if I make to the gate, will they let me into there?

As I look at this crook in the mirror

With all this dirt on my hair

Does the Lord hear a sinner’s prayer?

This is a sinner’s prayer

When I die, if I make to the gate, will they let me into there?

As I look at this crook in the mirror

With all this dirt on my hair

Does the Lord hear a sinner’s prayer?

If they wishin' to be dishonest

I think they got they mission accomplished

We still don’t know the real definition of Congress

I love the Obamas—Barack and Michelle

But it’s been five years, my block still hot as hell

Ain’t nobody else gon' say it, I might as well

If you don’t like the beat, well, then play this shit acapell'

Somethin' you need to hear—I'm like the new Makavell'

With a lot to tell, I can change the game by myself

But I said, «Fuck all that, I’m finna call Pap»

His phone dead, left him a message to call back

It’s all black everything, everything all black

Even our mind frames—we taking it all back

You niggas say, «Brian, you delusional

You read too many books in the pen, and them muhfuckers confusin' you»

Fathe, r forgive me for not living so positively

My apologies, Lord, please, Father, forgive me

Does the Lord hear a sinner’s prayer?

When I die, if I make to the gate, will they let me into there?

As I look at this crook in the mirror

With all this dirt on my hair

Does the Lord hear a sinner’s prayer?

This is a sinner’s prayer

When I die, if I make to the gate, will they let me into there?

As I look at this crook in the mirror

With all this dirt on my hair

Does the Lord hear a sinner’s prayer?

A sinner’s prayer.

It’s almost over—the end is near

Judgement Day.

Didn’t rush to this moment, but did prepare

I couldn’t see through the weed smoke—it's getting clear

Good eyes of 20/20 vision peer

Always take my wife’s advice that she said in the prison chair

‘Cause the females are very observant and women stare

«You should fear nothin' but God.»

I didn’t care

I said, «I'd rather die in courage than live in fear»

Lied on a stack of Bibles in court, but didn’t swear

Both boots stand in a square of truth—I'm in a square

Told Rosa Parks that nigga seats are in the rear

Now the White House is the Black House, we livin' there

It’s not like I had knowledge that I didn’t share

Breathe life into the mentally dead, I give 'em air

Ride 'til the wheels fall off, a shirt the quitters wear

Jack it up and change that tire, we ride with a spare

Does the Lord hear a sinner’s prayer?

When I die, if I make to the gate, will they let me into there?

As I look at this crook in the mirror

With all this dirt on my hair

Does the Lord hear a sinner’s prayer?

This is a sinner’s prayer

When I die, if I make to the gate, will they let me into there?

As I look at this crook in the mirror

With all this dirt on my hair

Does the Lord hear a sinner’s prayer?

First off, here’s a theory to quote

Tryna hide from the eyes of God is really a joke

No matter your area codes, just the various folks

Who wanna walk amongst the King, but they barely get close, and, uh

Masquerade with your blasphemous ways

Claim you masters of the universe but actually slaves

Those shenanigans will get you smacked in your face

Exposed like mannequins before they back on display—get it?

Instead of feeding people the truth

They propagandize everything you see on the news

Misleading the youth.

But they can’t imprison your mind

You don’t need 20/20 to see niggas is blind

from the biblical time

Now is that subtracting or adding to your spiritual crimes?

You don’t wanna listen?

Nigga, close your ears

When you get caught up, the system will divulge your fears

Does the Lord hear a sinner’s prayer?

When I die, if I make to the gate, will they let me into there?

As I look at this crook in the mirror

With all this dirt on my hair

Does the Lord hear a sinner’s prayer?

This is a sinner’s prayer

When I die, if I make to the gate, will they let me into there?

As I look at this crook in the mirror

With all this dirt on my hair

Does the Lord hear a sinner’s prayer?