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justin torres - dreams of winnin' (father forgive him) lyrics

[prod. by donato]

[hook]
father forgive him
he’s just a little n-gg- with big dreams of winnin’
hopin’ he could be fly, and sh-t on ’em like a pigeon
says he believes in you but doesn’t follow religion
doesn’t follow religion, d-mn
father forgive him
he’s just a little n-gg- with big dreams of winnin’
hopin’ he could be fly, and sh-t on ’em like a pigeon
says he believes in you but doesn’t follow religion
doesn’t follow religion

(verse 1)
father forgive him, he know not what he wants
walkin’ down a path even though he knows he’s lost
he won’t ask for help because it’s always held against him
so many things that he could say but he will never mention
the pain that he is holding when you’re looking at him smile
you go an inch for him then for you he’ll go a mile
what happens when that type of friendship goes out of style?
what happens to him? he becomes trash in a bin
awe sh-t it happened again, self destruction at its finest
he shed so many tears already so there’s no more cryin’
never had a father he just only knew his mother
got a couple siblings but he only met one of his brothers
in and out of courtrooms, therapy sessions
he hopes to one day get to ask that “will marry me?” question
he hopes to one day get to see the gates of heaven
he wants the answers but he’s too scared to ask the questions

(verse 2)
and he won’t ask you for much
probably ask you to p-ss him the dutch
he will forgive you no matter you get him mad as f-ck
sometimes he could be just as bad as luck
it’s sad as f-ck, this is what he had, it’s rough
tried to put his guard down it went back up
how many times he gotta put it down to get back love?
how many times he got knocked down to get back up?
he lost count, it doesn’t matter it still adds up
the truth is, he understands life is ruthless
he just keeps spittin’ like he’s toothless
anywhere the booth is, that’s where he is tryin’ to be
his mind is locked, and that’s something he is tryin’ to free
how many times he came cryin’ to me, lookin’ for guidance
i got this sh-t down to a science, how can i teach him?
his mind is so high in the sky, how can i reach him?
he doesn’t even listen to his mama when she speakin’
please don’t cry for him
he needs to see that there are people that’ll die for him
people that’ll ride for him
people to the side of him, people that he smoke with
when he was broke as a joke, the people he would joke with
the last one took all of the rest of his emotions
old wounds still open
and deep down he’s still hopin’
that those unsaid words get spoken

- justin torres lyrics

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