Sins of Our Fathers (我们先祖的罪孽) (Explicit) (《一个国家的诞生》电影插曲) - The Game (Jayceon)/Marsha Ambrosius

Marsha Ambrosius：

Sins of our fathers

Father forgive me

And after all I gave you stole my name

And took away from me

Our founding fathers

What have you gave to me

I've been the victim of a broken home

You stole away from me

Sins of our fathers

Sins of our fathers

The Game：

I could hit you with the yes master pastor

Or I could close the box on your a** like cold pizza

Whips and chains brain gone mind in shackles

Cam newton a black panther hard to tackle

Mix the moonshine with the Snapple

The white house a plantation

But they're teachin' our kids it's a castle

Built by slaves my guilt by trade the maze

Lab rats pickin' cotton inside invisible cages

House ni**a he hate us more than the massa

Burn his own church and smile in the face of the pastor

The last days drinkin' our own sweat in the field

Either kneel or you get your a** killed

Marsha Ambrosius：

Sins of our fathers

Father forgive me

And after all I gave you stole my name

And took away from me

Our founding fathers

What have you gave to me

I've been the victim of a broken home

You stole away from me

Sins of our fathers

Sins of our fathers

The Game：

They gave my great great grandfather lashes 'cause he stole a f**kin' horse

Now 500 horsepower in my mothaf**kin' Porsche

As I light my torch on this Mississippi porch

Let the Mississippi river shatter windows on my fool

Corpses is of course this is genocide

I'm in the same church where little kids and women died

I can hear the voices ropes around throats

Separated our families when they stacked us on them boats

Choke as your legs shake you start to lose hope

Wishin' the branch would break but nope

Soon as your neck snap they start laughin' and takin' pictures

'Cause to them you ain't nothin' but a mothaf**kin' ni**a

500 years later I'm in the club

Chain on my neck Harriet Tubman on the dub

Ben Franklin on the hundred Hamilton on the ten

Even in death she still surrounded by white men

Marsha Ambrosius：

Sins of our fathers

Father forgive me

And after all I gave you stole my name

And took away from me

Our founding fathers

What have you gave to me

I've been the victim of a broken home

You stole away from me

Sins of our fathers

Sins of our fathers

Sins of our fathers