Butterfly Tattoo
Black ink keeps on weeping
Lord, will I surely die
Will I be born again
From these wounds and fly
Black ink keeps on weeping
Lord will I surely die
Will I be born again
From these wounds and fly
Trapped in this dark cocoon
Steel cage for savage lost men
Crippling bondage of chains
Iron mask for those that's condemned
Butterflies swarm cold coffins
Grace hoverin' over my sin
Will I ever break free
Straightjacket of tattooed skin
Will these wet wings begin to flutter
And these weak veins ever mend
Will muscles of faith grow
As I shred the bandage I'm in
Will I suffocate in this plastic wrap
Choking on blood face my dark end
Covered up in wounds and gauze
Tell me Lord will the healing begin
Will I ever make it out
Odds against me that I die
Will I break free from this
And one day be strong enough to fly
Another dark soul laid to rest
Tattoo tears shed on the west side
Will I be another statistic
One day meet my demise
Will I rise up from this coffin
Somewhere over cloudy ghetto skies
Unto you my precious Lord,
I lift up my weary brown eyes
Is there mercy for me Lord
Cuz dear God I don't even know
No matter how hard that I try
These streets won't let me go
Forgive me for my trespasses
As I forgive my enemies and foes
This crazy life we live
Westside choppers and '64s
Sometimes life isn't fair
Oh Lord, please tell me why
So many tears I shed
Ink weeps from tatted eyes
Trapped in this bleeding corpse
But to live you say that I must die
These cocoon bandanas Lord
Will tattered wings ever fly
No Planned Parenthood for me
Another abortion in my town
Another black fetus born, oh Lord
Already gagged up and bound
Dark wings in the womb, Lord
A Crip hand in the ultrasound
No fatherly advice but You
Daddy didn't want to wait around
Agony of childbirth, Lord
Bloodstains all down my mama's gown
Pain and suffering from
Another baby being born brown
Dark visions of my uncle
When he took his last breath
Bullet-riddled tattooed corpse
Stitches and staples down his chest
I pray to God break the cycle
May Lost Angels finally rest
May you take up your broken wings
And by His precious grace be blessed
Lord, will I surely die
Will I be born again
From these wounds and fly
Black ink keeps on weeping
Lord will I surely die
Will I be born again
From these wounds and fly
Trapped in this dark cocoon
Steel cage for savage lost men
Crippling bondage of chains
Iron mask for those that's condemned
Butterflies swarm cold coffins
Grace hoverin' over my sin
Will I ever break free
Straightjacket of tattooed skin
Will these wet wings begin to flutter
And these weak veins ever mend
Will muscles of faith grow
As I shred the bandage I'm in
Will I suffocate in this plastic wrap
Choking on blood face my dark end
Covered up in wounds and gauze
Tell me Lord will the healing begin
Will I ever make it out
Odds against me that I die
Will I break free from this
And one day be strong enough to fly
Another dark soul laid to rest
Tattoo tears shed on the west side
Will I be another statistic
One day meet my demise
Will I rise up from this coffin
Somewhere over cloudy ghetto skies
Unto you my precious Lord,
I lift up my weary brown eyes
Is there mercy for me Lord
Cuz dear God I don't even know
No matter how hard that I try
These streets won't let me go
Forgive me for my trespasses
As I forgive my enemies and foes
This crazy life we live
Westside choppers and '64s
Sometimes life isn't fair
Oh Lord, please tell me why
So many tears I shed
Ink weeps from tatted eyes
Trapped in this bleeding corpse
But to live you say that I must die
These cocoon bandanas Lord
Will tattered wings ever fly
No Planned Parenthood for me
Another abortion in my town
Another black fetus born, oh Lord
Already gagged up and bound
Dark wings in the womb, Lord
A Crip hand in the ultrasound
No fatherly advice but You
Daddy didn't want to wait around
Agony of childbirth, Lord
Bloodstains all down my mama's gown
Pain and suffering from
Another baby being born brown
Dark visions of my uncle
When he took his last breath
Bullet-riddled tattooed corpse
Stitches and staples down his chest
I pray to God break the cycle
May Lost Angels finally rest
May you take up your broken wings
And by His precious grace be blessed
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Writer(s): Mark Williams, Jeff Lippencott
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