Creator lyrics

[Intro: JS]
Why would you create this King in me?
It puts so much responsibility in my hands (oh oh)
How did I get here?
Creator of the wind and the stars, the heavens and mars
Everything there is to be
Creator, why are you so bad to me?

[Verse 1: Los]
I wrote my life on the pages, you spoke it into existence
These chapters that held me captive, a passage of broken scriptures
Surpassing the passive with passion, clashing with hopeless n*ggas
My hopes is to show em' focus and growth, they expose the sickness
Of seeing these flashing lights taking heed to this bad advice
You know demons attack at night, I been dreamin' in black and white
Due to lack of a true emotion from things that I've sacrificed
In my past, but movin' past it is bringing me back to life
b*tch we ballin' gettin' this money, f*ck it these n*ggas tell me
My homies screamed out the window
I'm making sales on the celly
He's seldom used to solicit, his retail just limit detail
Never used the specifics and f*ck the views of a critic
A politician could blow me, I'm rarely apologetic
My father ain't even know me, the f*ck do these n*ggas show me?
If only I could erase the last 20 years of this life
In a flash; I take 'em back; just a couple kids on the bike
But by fate he would have a day with knuckleheads in a fight
As they jumped him, stomped out his cousin and bust his head with a pipe
It erupted something inside him, interrupted his peace
Nothing peaceful about that vengeance he would eventually seek
See, when you truly affected confusion is never gone
Everyday we losing the youth being used as the Devil's pawn
As he thought "I'mma kill him, f*ck Basking in all the sorrow
If these n*ggas murdered me, they'd be back in the club tomorrow"
Hit my n*gga sticks for a pistol that he could borrow
Came around the block in a tinted out Monte-Carlo
Told my n*gga sticks ride down on 'em, he ready for 'em
Semi-automatic weapon in his sweaty palm
Caught them n*ggas slippin', start lickin' the pistol barkin'
Bustin' shots for every flower they put on these n*ggas coffins
But nobody got shot, ditched the pistol, he had to throw it
Rest in peace to all you n*ggas still living but don't know it, King
[Verse 2: JS]
You make me everything I am
I can't exist without your love
My enemies rest at your hand
And it's because of who you are
Oh oh my creator (ah mm ah mm ah)
If the sun burns out
And the moons stops pulling the ocean
If the trees fall down
If the birds won't fly
And my heart can't love
I'll pray that your love brings me out of the darkness
My Creator
Oh Please
Deliver
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[Outro: Various Newscasters]
Two hours of questions and answers
A chance to find out what went wrong in 2013 a year that saw 235 murders
And it's no secret that the past ten days have put Baltimore in a dubious spotlight
As on of the most violent cities in the Country
By contrast Baltimore recorded 117 homicides
The Cities rate is 18.8 per 100,000
Three times higher than D.C