Good Mourning

Swoope

Another one

My man

Good Mourning

Yeah, I’m tryna show the Body Art

Yeah, yeah, I’m tryna show the Body Art

Down goes the sun and it’s getting dark

And up comes the moon, so we see the stars

Beautiful if you ask me, and if you don’t

I’m still laying it all on my front lawn

Yeah, I look at my phone clock, then I yawn

Yeah, I should be asleep, but I’m wide awake

If I was in my dreams, I’d fly away

Yeah, I’ll grow me some wings and a giant cape

Deuces to Houston, I’m in outer space

Why every hot rapper a not astro?

Backwards, side bar, my fault, I’m back to imagery

Yo, wake up, homie, can’t live in a dream

But that’s easy for you to tell us, Swoope

‘Cause you Heaven bound and my hell is loose

Paparazzi preachers tryna sell us proof

They living a lie, tryna tell the truth

Pinocchios with they wood shoes

Long nose, all shows, this ain’t good news

Gospel with apostle, this and that

Hostile, y’all don’t love me, I’m sick of that

Nah, y’all just want my money, give it back

The Bible’s just some manmade chicken scratch

This how I feel, I’m sick of the hurt

And if this is the church, give me some Nyquil

I’ll sip it at first, then I’m like whatever

Take it to the head and goodnight forever

I’m gone

Goodnight forever

Bottoms up

I say good mourning, we can laugh some other time

It's a good day to cry, the Lord is nigh

To those with a broken heart

The Song of the Afflicted

Ayo my girl went home I came along for the visit

In-laws singing the Song of the Afflicted

I heard cries, saw laughs, but a few of them didn’t

And on that note, I was excused from the kitchen

To the living room, I need a different tune

Humming heart hymns, praying that they get it soon

I had fun viewing vintage albums

But no fun viewing the outcome

Sweet hearts with some bitter souls, they’ve been outdone

And how come my fiancé eyes say

And she don’t wanna leave without some

And we don’t wanna live without one being restored

From weed addicts to dream addicts, that’s doubt strung

There’s a reality that you cannot outrun

So I’m seeking the Lord to take my hands

And teach them to war

At the hospice where Calvin had to preach to the courts

Singing Flamingo while he on that lean though

I’m singing Isle of You for all of the people

But when I leave though, you’re one of the evil

If I could peep through the peep-hole

And be a fly on the wall, watching them breathe slow

I’m praying that he calls the only name that we know

Jesus

I don’t know if anybody hears me

I don’t know if You’re really up there

Is anybody up there?

God, if You’re there, are you listening to my cry?

It’s a good day to cry

I say good mourning

We can laugh some other time

A good day to cry, the Lord is nigh

To those with a broken heart

We can laugh some other time

All night you was staring at me

As I slept without a care, careless indeed

Shoulda been up, chin up to you, asking where I should be

Or having prayer on my knees, wear and tear on my jeans

Instead I’m chillin’ like I was in ’99 in the Kroger break room

Flirting with them dimes even though it ain’t true love

I love the attention, stay tuned

It’s all about the Chris Gray Show debut

Where elevated dreams singing elevator blues

On some me and you, your momma and your cousin too

A dying world around me in plain view

And they don’t know better so they blame you

But I’m so scared, like what will they do?

Worshipping my worries like my worries made you

I know better, there’s more better blues

So today we’re singing to break through

It’s a good day to cry

Everybody with your hands in the sky

Keep them glasses held high

Yeah we gon’ fill ‘em up with tears

From the prayers of the righteous, no cheers

Uh uh, too much wickedness for laughter

At a time like this where she drinking ‘cause she has to

Sex slaves, and the Christians be the master

Baiters, debate is tripping up the pastors

Sheep tryna shepherd, just rebels without a cause

Oh Father, the devil’s become a God

For so many, good grief

And my heart is broken, this is good grief

Yes, sorrow that leads to the cross

It's the song for the lost ones

Don’t wait ‘til tomorrow for good mourning

Aye, don’t wait ‘til tomorrow for good mourning

Come on

It’s a good day to cry

Yeah the Lord is nigh

To those with a broken heart

Yeah, and we can laugh some other time