KA, Roc Marciano - Sins of the Father lyrics

"These are the children of misery the
Afflicted the hopeless the oppressed"

Still built my ark in the face of ridicule
The waste left a bad
Taste when the bitter duel
Was fumin', runnin' on E
Ain't have a bit of fuel
Here repair was past affair
Had to get a tool
Saw too much to have blind faith
Chow was laced with sour grapes
This ain't a divine place
Long lags of stagnation made the mind race
Being lost like this'll have you
In a confined space
Of course for my life to alter
Had to sacrifice days we was forced to fast
Prayed for rapid nights
Truthfully, won't see the future
Movin' with parasites
If mentors ain't dispensed with war
You got bad advice they say "rest in peace"
The only peaceful gatherin'
Another track and field
Leadin' with the javelin was only schemin'
'cause couldn't reason with my abdomen
Still bagged 'em all
Virgin Mary to Mary Magdalene
They used to call us deviants
But, if they was feedin' us
Might've had obedience you know my stock
Was only good as my ingredients
The system only leaned on us
Never showed us lenience

"My punishment is greater than I can bear!"

Reign in hell or serve in heaven
Take from the world or earn your blessings
I heard verbatim from an angel's message
My left shoulder there was Satan finessin'
I burnt the sage in the name of protection
Be James Evans or Rayful Edmond
It's a dirty game of chess and checkers
Get paid or be left naked and desperate
I lit a candle and played Jamaican records
Prayed and rested next to my favorite weapons
Saved my bread up and then made my exit
I'm going back and forth with thoughts
Of quittin' like table tennis
But what's the game if the
Players ain't in it?
Every pen ran out of ink on
The day this was written
Cain killed Abel in prison
While upstate on a visit (Uh)
They so quick to trade and hate on a nigga
Nothin' my radar couldn't pick up
We overcame greater odds to be winners
Harsh winters
No lookin' back we break the mirrors
Gray spirit's
We gave the devil a grace period
The weak is baptized in Lake Superior
My lady from Syria my interior Siberia
My eyes still teary
Nothin' could cheer me up
This is the criteria from the 'Ville
Still payin' for the sins of my father
From the Island, still payin' for his sins
He was wildin' from the 'Ville
Still payin' for the sins of my father
From the Island, still payin' for his sins
He was wildin'
Time for clemency, change the verdicts
Whatever he did, we ain't deserve this
Time for clemency, change the verdicts
Whatever he did, we ain't deserve this

"We have an iron motto we
Live well we die well!"