Relentless - Cry Out [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Lord please give me peace like a child sleeping
Won't somebody understand me cause I'm tired of speaking
My baby's gone and now I'm sitting here trying to piece it
Up all together trying to heal but inside I'm bleeding sitting trying to find a reason
How can a father live?
Everyday with never knowing where his daughter is
It's heavy rain upon my head like a thunder storm
My brotha's warned me you'll suffer if you leave the Lord
Now my soul is under war
But they're ain't no guns no more, brotha it's spiritual
Father just please forgive me believe me I need a miracle
Tell me why they don't care no more? This worlds so cold
And even when you bear your soul they turn to stone and want to know
Why there's guns in class and one's who ask
"Why daddy's in prison why mommy killed herself with drug's in hand?"
We've done the math but it's all just division
See what we need is Jesus Christ
And it's more than Religion
Now listen!

[Verse 2]
Hear the children
When they cry out
From a feeling that's ripping them deep inside now!
It's the reason
That they hide out
The reason why most of them looking for something the reason they're screaming to find out
Where's the love at?
Wish it would come back
Somebody better take these guns and drugs up where the sun's at
Tell me right here
Willing to fight here
Take me away to a place where the people believe in a reason to die here

[Verse 3]
Striking through the streets at night up alone
My Monte Carlo's bumping beat at lights up on the chrome
I see reflections of the stars gleaming the universe is telling me that this is God's freedom
Why can't we all see'em?
Memories of brotha's in penitentiaries who have been oppressed by the system keep getting the best of me!
Just set'em free! In my moment of silence can't help reflect upon all the neighborhoods that's home to violence
Tell me why you blow your sirens!
Never gave a chance to a child who never had nothing put'em in the pen and pray that he stay's up in their for hundreds
And you wonder why I come with venom deliberately striking on these fools who took part in sending brotha's in simply for riding
I can see it in your eyes you disagree and I can hear it in your lies you wish I was dead in these streets
With a 40 in my hand lost smoking a blunt
Instead I'm standing with a cross in hand holding it up! What!

[Outro]
Where's the love at, wish it would come back take the guns and the drugs where's the sun at
Tell me right here
Willing to fight here
We will keep beliving even if we have to die here