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Oh Lord (Letter From the Trenches) 2 by Peter

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Oh Lord (Letter From the Trenches) 2

Hip Hop,male vocals

0:003:09
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(Intro – Spoken, like Corizo)
Oh Lord…
Na your boy dey talk again o.
You know say I no perfect, but I dey try.
This life na jungle… but I still dey breathe.
(Verse 1)
Oh Lord, na me be this — I no come with pride,
I dey talk from heart, I no get where to hide.
Dem no know say man dey bleed behind the smile,
But I dey walk with pain, make e no waste the mile.
Street na my school, I graduate with scars,
Dem see the light, dem no see the past.
Mama dey pray say make her pikin last,
But boys for junction dey press trigger fast.
Sometimes I dey ask, “God, who I offend?”
My close guy set me up, say na self-defense.
We dey share plate, now e dey form fence,
All because say man don dey make sense.
(Chorus)
Oh Lord, I no be saint but I dey try,
Guide my step make I no go die.
Oh Lord, if dem plot, make e backfire,
This hustle hard, but I still aspire.
Oh Lord, you see my heart, no dey lie,
Make dem no use smile take disguise.
Oh Lord, na your hand I dey put my case,
Make this small boy no go lose his race.
(Verse 2)
They say make I calm down, say time go tell,
But time dey go and hunger dey yell.
Dem promise help, but na story dem sell,
Na only God dey answer when man fail.
I see many fall, I no laugh, I learn,
If e no be grace, my turn for burn.
Even the pastor wey dey preach still dey scam,
So who I go trust? I hold my Psalm.
I still dey pray for the days I dey lack,
Say make my voice loud pass my past.
Dem throw stone, but I build ladder,
Climb with tears, now my head dey scatter.
(Chorus)
Oh Lord, I no be saint but I dey try,
Guide my step make I no go die.
Oh Lord, if dem plot, make e backfire,
This hustle hard, but I still aspire.
Oh Lord, you see my heart, no dey lie,
Make dem no use smile take disguise.
Oh Lord, na your hand I dey put my case,
Make this small boy no go lose his race.
(Outro – Spoken)
If I ever change, make na hunger change me.
If I ever lie, make pain rearrange me.
Oh Lord…
You see everything.
Make my voice no fade before e reach your throne.