Correction Lyrics Sins of the Father by Roc Marciano

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"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 a fare, 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 dispense 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, mighta 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!"

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