Instrumentality, Joanna Newsom, VIC MENSA - Lord Release lyrics

When you ate, I saw your eyelashes
Saw them shake like wind on rushes

Lord release your precious heart
Lord release your precious heart

And she wants me to get out of the drug game
She doesn't realize how much
It causes me pain i just want my son to grow
Up with a dad with him
My father couldn't love his kids
So he went and abandoned them
I don't sell rocks just because I want to
I sell for my son and so
That he don't have to
I know now it don't seem like no father ish
But the money in my sock
Is my son's scholarship
She want me to work for less
Than it's supposed to be
She'd rather starve than to
Eat some drug groceries
I love my fam to death and
Niggas were so close to me
And to get out on that corner every morning
That takes the most of me
But Lord you know now that
I have the best intent
And I been at the church
Though I ain't the best of men
I got my wife and son
So I know you loving me
Tell me I'm more than these
Goddamned drugs on me
I know you put me on Earth
For more than this ish
Give me a miracle, or blessing, three wishes
Whatever it takes, just give me a new start
I ask for one thing, Lord, please
Release my precious heart
Lord release your precious heart
Lord release your precious heart

And I want him to get out of the drug game
He doesn't realize how much it causes me pain
I just want my son to grow
Up with a dad with him
Not meet his dad in a cell
And wonder what happened to him
My son has potential man
Want him to soar from my
Hands like paper planes
Well, paper planes crash and roll into blunts
Which are in turn bought by
The father of my son
The corners starve mothers and fathers
And the profit's used to buy
My son food and water
He say he get it somewhat and he need it
And he caught selling these kids a
Little form of crystalized lost
I hope he know church goers leave
Their sins at the door
And now the saints in the choir
Strung out on the floor
Lord, I'm sorry, but you know how I feel
Especially now that he starting to
Get his son's appeal
Release his father and him
'Cause everyday I'm getting farther from him
He's rubbing off on his son
And he's rubbing off hard
I ask for one thing, Lord, please
Release his precious heart

Lord release your precious heart
Lord release your precious heart
Lord release your precious heart

Another nigga claiming that he's never scared
Stares with eyes that's harder
Than a teddy bear's
Under pressure, high water like a levy is
On his knees begging the streets, let me live
He said that he'd give
Anything for the vengeance
When energy plummets and stomach is empty
Even old ladies get to
Looking like fresh meat
"Let's eat" is all those niggas say
The block is the restaurant and the
Feinds is the dinner plate
Living in inner state chased to a court case
Forced to break when the hammer
Hit's the wood grains
Hard to stop when your dudes
All carying and niggas
On the block shoot quicker than Shawn Marion
Seems like we living to die, born buried
I'm asking, "Lord
Release me" though I'm barely in

And I miss your precious heart
And I miss your precious heart