Soundtracks - Sins Of Our Fathers by The Game, Marsha Ambrosius lyrics

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Soundtracks - Sins Of Our Fathers by The Game, Marsha Ambrosius lyrics

[Hook: Marsha Ambrosius] Sins of our fathers Father, forgive me And after all I gave you stole my name And took away from me Our founding fathers What have you gave to me? I've been the victim of a broken home You stole away from me Sins of our fathers Sins of our fathers [Verse 1: The Game] I could hit you with the "Yes master", pastor Or I could close the box on your a** like cold pizza Whips and chains, brain gone, mind in shackles Cam Newton, a Black Panther hard to tackle Mix the moonshine with the Snapple The White House a plantation But they're teachin' our kids it's a castle Built by slaves, my guilt by trade, the maze Lab rats pickin' cotton inside invisible cages House n***a, he hate us more than the ma**a Burn his own church and smile in the face of the pastor The last days, drinkin' our own sweat in the field Either kneel or you get your a** k**ed [Hook: Marsha Ambrosius] Sins of our fathers Father, forgive me And after all I gave you stole my name And took away from me Our founding fathers What have you gave to me? I've been the victim of a broken home You stole away from me Sins of our fathers Sins of our fathers [Verse 2: The Game] They gave my great-great grandfather lashes 'cause he stole a f**kin' horse Now 500 horsepower in my mothaf**kin' Porsche As I light my torch on this Mississippi porch Let the Mississippi River shatter windows on my [?] Corpses is, of course this is, genocide I'm in the same church where little kids and women died I can hear the voices, ropes around throats Separated our families when they stacked us on them boats Choke, as your legs shake you start to lose hope Wishin' the branch would break, but nope Soon as your neck snap, they start laughin' and takin' pictures 'Cause to them you ain't nothin' but a mothaf**kin' n***a 500 years later, I'm in the club Chain on my neck, Harriet Tubman on the dub Ben Franklin on the hundred, Hamilton on the ten Even in d**h, she still surrounded by white men [Hook: Marsha Ambrosius] Sins of our fathers Father, forgive me And after all I gave you stole my name And took away from me Our founding fathers What have you gave to me? I've been the victim of a broken home You stole away from me Sins of our fathers Sins of our fathers Sins of our fathers

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