Stained Glass Windows
Stained Glass Windows (Lyrics)
I’ve seen some cloudy days
Through these stained windows
It’s hard to say but life can be
So plain and dull
I spend most nights getting high
But come Sunday morning, oh my…
The world looks much colorful
Through these stained windows
Man, I don’t go to church like I used to
Death ain’t something you get used to
They just laid my auntie in a coffin
Had to lay my cousin in a coffin
Peace to Lando, he was too true
You know he always stayed fresh
In that new new
Your mother cried tears, pouring like a faucet
But she never lost it, what a boss bitch
No light just darkness
Oh why the hardships
Soul fragile like porcelain
Then my mind gets exhausted
Staring out this stain glass fortress
Reminds me of my tattoos often
While other people get paintings and portraits
I be covered in angels & crosses
Lord listen…
I’ve seen some cloudy days
Through these stained windows
It’s hard to say but life can be
So plain and dull
I spend most nights getting high
But come Sunday morning, oh my…
The world looks much colorful
Through these stained windows
Dear momma you a queen you a goddess
I know raising 6 babies was the hardest
Yesterday we was living in the project
They say look at us now
I say ‘God did it’
And That’s the truth both hands on the Bible
I just tell it like it is, but what do I know
At 23 I was feeling suicidal
Then I survived yo, dem the high-lows
I guess you can’t always have it one way
I’ll be a changed man some day
My pastor said a prayer for me that Sunday
I hit service, back to sinning on Monday…
Good God
I’ve seen some cloudy days
Through these stained windows
It’s hard to say but life can be
So plain and dull
I spend most nights getting high
But come Sunday morning, oh my…
The world looks much colorful
Through these stained windows
I’ve seen more cloudy days than Ugh
One should have ever ever see in a lifetime
It’s enough to man cry
It’s like standing on land mines
Ive spent most nights getting high
But come Sunday morning, oh my…
The world looks much colorful
Through these stained windows
I’ve seen some cloudy days
Through these stained windows
It’s hard to say but life can be
So plain and dull
I spend most nights getting high
But come Sunday morning, oh my…
The world looks much colorful
Through these stained windows