[VERSE Omari] Daughter, we could live life like it dont matter Hold my hand, Id show you what happens in the Latter days She aint a saint, but she had sex with a pastor once She say her mind way sharper when she passing blunts The irony, Iron Man in a plastic suit She wants a Man with a Job rocking a Tie and suit But all she gets is Married Men and Misguided youth She insecure obviously, shes misguided too Feeding off them Instagram likes and comments She wants to stay in shape so she vomits In the Toilet, stuffs her hand down her throat Till she choke Like she do when she smoke After every meal, its hard to stomach Twitter has become her Life Now She craving for them Instagram likes Bad girl pose, bad girl clothes Sunday morning, shed be dressed up looking contrite Off to church, status update After church, its her boyfriend place He treats her like what she portrays herself to be A prostitute, in her mind, Im a big disgrace Hurries out to leave his place Things get messy, Hes abusive, Rage Gets home, Mum asks, what happened to your face? Nothing Mum, Im fine, I just need my Space She not interested in the sermon either Men are the same, either the Drunkard or the baptist preacher And good guys come her way but she dont recognize em Friend zone, always heads home with the wildest brethren When the Sun rise, she feeling guilty She cant remember a thing, but her body feeling filthy Last night, he loved me, now he aint even tip me Ugh, damn I hate it when men trick me Tears flow freely, she blames her abusive past Her promiscuity, she blames her abusive dad Momma knew about it but she aint say Nothing God knew about it too, why he let it happen? All she knew as a child was abuse and pain Every man she ever trusted turned out to be the same The Only Man that aint seem to wanna get into her panties Was a Jewish looking man on the wall, picture hung in a frame Hes dead though, Or rather, dead and risen Shes crying and her tears are the prism Which she sees the world through, blurred vision, Her mind is a prison But her body is a temple Its too dirty for God to live in Right? Wrong. Daughter, let the past go Life is a game, God could get you past go Ive seen Lives change, that includes mine too Christ changed my Life, he could change yours too From yours truly, yall knew me I was so unruly Christ came for the Sinners Im glad he knew me [Hook Omari] Daughter, I could make you whole Turn your ashes into gold I could heal broken soul, Daughter Daughter, let me take control I see your scars, they beautiful Id heal your heart and fill its holes, Daughter Zions daughter No ethnicity, Daughter let me talk to you You are precious, you are beautiful Like a gemstone or rare mineral Im literally into you, I see your pain I see pain in your eyes I see the tears like its gone rain in your eyes Your Scars are beautiful You aint gotta hate them Beautiful mutilation Beautiful mutilation I know your Uncle touched when you were 5 And youve had two abortions already, you cant deny, but Id rather die than tell a lie and watch the world be deprived of that smile You are beautiful, you are precious, God Loves you All that pressure to look like them Girls in the magazine covers, youre a queen, stop trying to be a model, Focus on being a role model for your future kids And let your unborn babies tell the story of your journey from sex addict to Charity worker, from Drug addict to First Lady, I know it sounds crazy but the idea of God Loving a fallen race is even crazier Youre a queen, Youre body is a temple You dont need no man to validate you If he wants your nudes, he probably just wants to taste you and spit you out like his other victims and hate you the moment you walk out that door, youre distasteful. Disgraceful, I beg you, Im lustful, but I wanna respect you, When I say I love you, I really mean I lust you, Im lost. Sometimes my passions may seem to oppose everything I believe in But If youre clothes werent so skimpy like fig leaves Maybe we could have been Adam Eve I could have offered you a wedding ring instead of that meet me at the hotel room. Peace
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