[Intro: Soft piano, then spoken word over choir hums]
Our Father...
Wey dey for heaven...
But na we dey suffer for street
You dey see am?
Oya listen...
[Verse 1: Melodic rap]
Our Father wey dey heaven, bless the boy wey dey hustle
Every night I dey pray say make my sins no go bubble
Forgive me for the times I steal just to chop
I no perfect, but my heart dey real, make e pop
Make Your kingdom come, inside ghetto where hope dey fade
Na only You fit lift man up from where we laid
Na daily bread I dey pray for, no be just food
Make my soul no starve too, give me holy mood
Forgive me like I forgive who owe me
Even if na blood brother or old homie
Temptation full ground, girls, fraud, blood money
But lead me out, Papa, I no want make Satan clone me
[Chorus: Melodic vocal hook, chant style]
Our Father wey dey guide me (yeah)
Even when yawa wan blind me (eh)
Your light dey shine inside me
I no fit fear 'cause You dey behind me
[Verse 2: Spoken word to rap transition]
No be say I holy pass, but I dey try
Sometimes I fall, but I no dey lie
I dey fast, I dey cry, I dey seek Your face
Even inside club, I dey beg for grace
Dem no know wetin I dey pass
Inside my heart, na war I dey gas
But Your peace like stream, e dey calm
Na Your Word be weapon, na my Psalm
Deliver me from evil, na dem full street
I wan dey clean, no dey play that cheat
Your power, Your glory, forever and more
From trenches to throne, na You open the door
[Bridge: Vocal chant + deep harmony]
Amen, Amen,
Bless me again
Even for gutter,
You still remain
[Chorus: Repeat hook]
Our Father wey dey guide me (yeah)
Even when yawa wan blind me (eh)
Your light dey shine inside me
I no fit fear 'cause You dey behind me
[Outro: Spoken softly]
This na my own Lord’s prayer
Street edition
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