"Good Lord (The Omen)"  Parental Advisory genre: Dirty South
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	This song is about everyday living and unanswered question we face on a daily.
	CD: M.I.R.E.   Label: Unsigned Credits: Pocketfuel, Luke Cage
	Story Behind the Song The motivation is just like all or most of our songs. We collaborate and make it happen. But we also come up with a lot of our ideas on an individual basis. Lyrics GOOD LORD Lyrics/Leroy Hall Jr./Eric Hall; Music/Luke Cage Pocketfuel. Inc. (Verse 1) Everyday is like a dream, seems these streets they never change See me banging on the concrete walls trying to maintain A shame to see my family starving to eat I want to scream but my families sleep I'm trying to keep my cool Who can I run too, No one cares We wasn't prepared So the welfare lines Is where we spent time I couldn't cry but behind closed doors I asked the Lord why we live so poor And what's this live for Trying to endure through the course you laid A fate worse than a six feet grave My pain runs deep Forgive me, for the things I ask And all the bad shit I did in the past Am I an outcast? And will I outlast the code of the streets Or will I end up R.I.P. Dead on my feet, I'm tired and weak Fed up, can't deal with the stress I got to get this shit off my chest, that's why I'm asking.... (Chorus 2x) Good Lord, I wonder why these times so hard, Good Lord, I wonder if I'll ever see tomorrow, Good Lord, don't know if I'm gone live another day Pray you never walk away from me, what I'm trying to say. (Verse2) Coming from the mire, straight river boating and Starving, two steps away from Ethiopian Rib cage showing and, lost all hop in him Is there a God that’s the shit I used to ask Same raggedy shoes same clothes on my back That I wore yesterday; shit I tried to pray But my heart is full of sorrow Niggas placing bets if I’ll wear these clothes tomorrow Laughing like hyenas; mediocre dreamer I don’t want much Bout to end my own life ready for the death touch Thinking that I’m cursed Till I saw this dude on the streets living worse Truth out my mouth; he in front the courthouse With his pants down got his ass hanging out He trying to get popped for three hots and a cot He’d rather do a bid Then be struggling on these streets that’s just how this life is Bru’ aint that shit sad; straight fucked up Every since I saw dude I don’t feel bad much All the times I was struggling, cursing the Earth I never thought somebody else life could be worse (Chorus 2x)

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