Mercy on Me - Sho Baraka, Chinua Hawk

Lord, Lord you know I tried

When I should have been strong I cried

When I should have helped I walked on by

When I should have told the truth I straight up lied

I know your love has set me free

But I keep on putting you up on that tree

Oh Lord, Have your mercy on me

Loving father put you grace on me, on me

Tre’s nerves are bubbling, juggling jobs, avoid hustling

Hard trusting in God, cuz' now he’s struggling

TV’s throwing lust at him, Corners boys punking him

Wife wants to fuss with him, LORD keep touching him

He might return to street life, But he’ll fight will all he can

But if they test him again, He would hate to have kill a man

The pressure he can’t handle it, he’s lost ways to channel it

He might Black out, Then he has to be in anger management

His common problem, his values aren’t- matching wallet

He’s praying but still jobless, his faith used to keep him honest

He’s got visions of bad decisions that are void of godly wisdom

So this one bad decision will most likely land him in prison

So a week from now, He’ll be at a Bank in town

He’ll be yelling get down, with some other clowns, waving a gun around

He’ll succeed ducking the cops and leaving with profits

But he’ll have problems dodging all the guilt that’s working on his conscious

Put Grace on me, on me (3 times)

Loving Father

Put your Mercy on me, on me (3 times)

Loving Father Put you Mercy on me, on me

Jane feeling the pain, like razors are in her vein

A year since the cancer came, her faith and frame has changed

Chemo and pain killers, the disdain gets realer

Her Hope becomes thinner, from all the news that they give her/

She taking the news with caution, she knows that the Lords awesome

But often there’s pauses, of the loses and of what death cost us

Is it worth fighting she nauseous, plus the hospital charges

She’s heard there’s light in the tunnel but all she sees is Darkness

No one is feeling her burden, they just keep giving her sermons

If they listened with more discernment, they could tell she’s hurting

Her speech is just an illusion, she’s scared of the end conclusion

If she shares her doubt- she feels her image may become ruined

Shes holding her fears in, tears in, She’ll be dead by years in

Shes not thinking through how God forgives sins

Until then her nights are long, alone, faking strong

The corner of her heart, This will be her song, sing

How often we go thru the motions, up and down rollercoasting

Scared to admit were hurting, nervous thoughts of perversion

This culture we’ve built is perfect, were saying his death was worthless

Not to concerned with worship as along we do our churchin

Were decorating our person, just to continue a lies

Or shortcomings we hide, with a shallow disguise

To prove we got it together, to make it seem like were better

Than friends, fam whoever, we take some extreme measures

We have a desire to add, to the grace that we have

Were never content with our lives, we operate within pride

We hate to seem dependant, but that’s the way that he intended

Humans made in his image, built to live in the tension

Learn wisdom, we were distant his love we didn’t deserve it

We confess we were worthless, then break our backs trying to earn it

Without you I’m, helpless, weak, my existence is bleak

I refuse to proceed without your grace and mercy on me