WHATURPG – 4AM

Pray for the day like, uh
Pray for the day like
Pray for the day I
Find me the way—I’m
Lost and I can’t find faith ’cause it ain’t mine
Momma taught me how to pray
Pastor told me that I’m saved
But is that really what it takes?
I don’t wanna be like, everybody that I see up on TV
I wanna love when I walk like I seen Christ
But it’s hard when I watch what it be like
I don’t see Christ
‘Cause half the pastors in America
Don’t want my family in America
And even Jesus was an immigrant
But don’t nobody seem to give a

Whole house shook when the cops knock
Whole house shook when the cops knock
4 A.M. And they want Pops
4 A.M. And they want Pops
Daddy turned around said “farewell”
Momma cryin’ on the stairwell
Little brother go look out the window, huh
“Why Daddy got handcuffs on him?
He ain’t did nothin’
He ain’t never did nothin’
All he ever did was work for his children
Pay the rent, a little income
Why they gotta take him?
Why they gotta break us?
I mean, I mean he drive the church bus without a license but
He was helpin’ people get to church”
I haven’t prayed as much as I prayed that year
Prayed as much as I prayed that year
Some days I pray that I conquer fear
Some nights I pray that I disappear
Momma told me we’d be okay
But I could tell that she’s not okay
Chest pain and anxiety
She had trouble breathing the other day
I had trouble believing the pastor say “God’s got a plan in all of this”
As he smiled in a MAGA hat, I had to question his common sense
I mean can’t you see that we strugglin’
And you gon’ hit me with Bible scripts?
Forget religion and politics man
I just wanna have my dad back

I’m prayin’ for the day like, uh
Prayin’ for the day like
Prayin’ for the day I
Find me the way
I’m lost and I can’t find faith, faith
Prayin’ for the day like, uh
Prayin’ for the day like
Prayin’ for the day I
Find me the way
I’m lost and I can’t find faith, faith