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letra de ascension - ayomiro.

verse 1:
what’s good, god?
i know we haven’t been talkin’ like how we should, god?
i’ve been doing my thing up in the woods, god
not everything is a hundo under the hood, god
but i’m doing fine. check the message rate
‘cause i know you’re a parent, you don’t appreciate
when people ignore you for fortune, or when they’re doing great
but hands are stressing for blessings, impressive ingrates
inmate to internals, but journals have been my moses
forty years of following got me losing my focus
pencil as my staff, it got me splitting my oceans
therefore, i keep devotion divided like a quotient
as you can see, all of this is my mentality
don’t want to think that i’m on the brink of fatality
some people would call this blasphemy
i don’t give a d-mn. i just want to talk to you placidly

hook:
father
i know you can hear me
i hope you’re still near me
we haven’t spoken in a while
you’re lookin’ at your list (oh yeah yeah)
i’m hopin’ that i don’t miss (oh yeah yeah)
even if i call-skip (oh yeah yeah)
been wonderin’ for a while, am i still your child?

post-hook:
am i still your child?
am i still your child?
am i still your child?
been wonderin’ for a while?

verse 2:
i haven’t been to church in almost fifty-three
i ain’t tryna say that sh-t dismissively
been having trust issues every time i’m in the seat
ploys of the devil, or just how things be?
i’m not gonna just blame it on the vast amount of popes
who used their l-st to touch another boy’s hopes
i’m not gonna blame it on the pastor on the boat
asking for a castle, a crib, and a moat
i’ve been thinking about all the divisions in the group
basing our relations off the red or the blue
whether or not my n-ggas ever say, “i do”
or if the condom poppin’ is a joy or a fluke
i’ve been asking, “what’d you do?” every time i sip the juice
when the bread breaks likes bodies when a shotty sends a soul to the roof
never needed the proof
just my mind, i’m resigning to the life of recluse

verse 3:
ever since i was eight
always concerned with earning myself a way through the gates
escaping a date with wraiths for my fiery fate
so i tried to bribe on high with the offering plate
worried ‘bout the risk of perdition, was the motivator
didn’t care about what was love, or who was greater
memorizing the color and signs of the savior
and always ensured that i was known for good behavior
soon, my practice became p-ssive
prayers were phoned-in, paper-thin, plastic
communications grew static
and i found it harder to fit into the fabric
but now i’m growing older, the world is growing colder
opponents growing bolder, media’s the molder
faith stored in folder, sin on me like odor
but i hope that when it’s over, i’ll still lean on your shoulder

- ayomiro

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