AMA NAMIN (Our Father) lyrics
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I paid for my sins with a couple our fathers
Five Hail Mary’s and I didn’t even bother
Wrapping up the prayer coz I didn’t see the point
Church congregation I reluctantly joined
I might have been going through some minor depression
When I lied about repenting and gave him the impression
That I wanted to be saved in my first confession
But to say the least, this priest can’t save you
Touching the Sto Nino couldn’t take me to heaven
But in my Mom’s prayers she was tryna make it happen
I look up to the saints on the stained windowpane
Hmm, I wonder why don’t look the same
Big man in a robe reading bible verses
Old Filipinas with Louise Visteon purses
It all seemed the same in my previous churches
I had to resemble what they thought was perfect
CHORUS
So our father tell me, is there a stairway to heaven
A place for the crooks and liars and the felons
Who fell in to the dark but are seeking the light
Had to take a left just to make things right
School was no different I had to stay fronting
Otherwise society would take it all from me
Iron bars on every table in the campus lunch court
Step out of line and you’re surely done for
I hated the Filipinos coz I knew I wasn’t accepted
Coz I was FOB and somewhat accented
But I was wrong coz forgot that we were still brothers
From the same mother land who came up from the gutters
Of a new world order got to get my mind straight
Migraine to my momma ever since we migrated
To the united states of under privileged kids
Man I should be thankful that imp living like this
And I look up to God, one final shot
California dreaming with my late night thoughts
So I’m sorry to all the Flips that I hated on
From now on Pare its nothing but love
CHORUS
So our father tell me, is there a stairway to heaven
A place for the crooks and liars and the felons
Who fell in to the dark but are seeking the light
Had to take a left just to make things right
They tried to sell me the second coming like front row seats
And told me I was nothing but a kid from over sees
But I can’t over see how my life was perceived
So I get up on my grind, brush it off and proceed
And developed a habit for not listening things
That they shove down my throat then try to make me sing
The motivation was money and idea was to be rich
But to them I’m nothing more but a punk and a snitch
Ran for the hills when things got real
You don’t have what it takes to throw down and steel
But if I chose that life then where would it end
Maybe a funeral for my family and friends
It’s unusual for trouble kids like me
To even see a diploma or a college degree
But I detached myself from their status quo
Coz I know if heaven had a ghetto it’d be painted gold