Nubee Mac - Repent lyrics

[Intro] Have mercy on me, O God According to your unfailing love; According to your great compa**ion Blot out my transgressions Wash away all my iniquity And cleanse me from my sin For I know my transgressions And my sin is always before me Against you, you only, have I sinned And done what is evil in your sight; So you are right in your verdict (Forgive me for my sin, hey) And justified when you judge.. [Verse 1] The door's standing wide open, just let a n***a get his foot in God got me feeling like I'm Cosby, proof is in the pudding Had dreams of being next to the cream like John Wooden But I don't need a ki' to break up out the boxes that we put in Shouldn't I be dealing dope without an ounce of hope in gaining footing? Instead I use the inspiration that i drew put some good in- Side your mind like these other n***as wouldn't Anakin in the clan, aw man, they praying that a n***a hooded But I'm so polished, and they so novice My flow's knowledge to the point that I could spit a whole college Then go Columbine and hold the whole globe hostage I'm in here raising hell, but can't you tell that this is God sent Feel Him through my pen, flow will fill like eight oceans Looking for the signs, so a n***a's eyes stay open I talk to God when I think about my demise But in the presence of pressure, a n***a stay composed as Beethoven [Hook] (2x) Lord, please forgive me for my sins (Lord, forgive me) (2x) Lord I got demons that's inside of me My mama praying that one day they get up outta me I know I act a fool But I'll be gone til November, I got tracks to do [Verse 2] First and foremost Lord knows n***as put they whole self esteem in they wardrobe Close-minded n***as, never been suited for war though I'm sure so it gives me peace of mind Just knowing they delivery's Digiorno's 'Cause all I hear is n***as talking about they dough and cheese Ain't nobody trying to free the people, man woe is me Feenin' like Jodeci to give the people poetry I'm sewing seeds, and trying to clear the air like some potpourri This is a warning shot, I hope you n***as know it's me I handle up like, "who man enough?" I done ran amok I'm manning up like I'm kin to Peyton And n***as be claiming they defecation so I'm serving n***as enemas Prayers to the atmosphere, face to the chandeliers Screaming 'cause these demons evil Father God, can you hear? They love me for my trees, but don't know my roots So my heart on my sleeve, and it bleed, n***a here's the proof [Hook] (2x)