The Tree Prayer For Sandy Hook CT by Mr. Francoeur + Joey A.X Lyrics
(Mr Francoeur)
Take a look inside the mind of a man man
A 20 year old soul- with gold in the trashcan
But whos gold is it anyway?
Fools gold
Is what the people with the pennies say
Targets on the black market make the semis spray (bang)
Let em shoot say the people getting plenty pay (pow pow)
And they kill each other
Watch em shoot one another
So they shoot and bullet holes go thru
Snow pants in the winter and summer thru bathing suits
And they bleed in the streets and the steam from the heat
From the suds of the blood melting sleet underneath
Then it seeps thru the cracks of the old concrete
And the kids walk by and plant seeds with they feet
The rain hits the earth and gave birth to a tree
I watch it grow daily when I drive by in my Jeep
Now I then I hop out and admire the leaves
I'll sing along with em while they blow in the breeze
Like
Da da da da da-da-da-da-da
2 x
La la la
La la la la-la
(Joey A.X)
Time comes - time goes
Time heals, all the things that time shows
And I know Gods real cuz ive talked to him
The I know the devils real cuz walked with him (ughhh)
Although I walk thru the valley of the shadow of the death
I will fear nothing I got God on my chest (tatted)
N the spirit of the lost, in my heart thats far too heavy
Cuz when it rains it pours, and the tears will break the levy
Ready?
No I dont want them to go
Alrhough theyre in heaven there seeds won't sew
My heartbreak all stems from the fact the seeds won't grow
Oh
Oh- But I do know that the saints all know their names
And - I do pray that the saints will all kno our pain
My small state right between the bean pot and the apple
Where the patriots have faught an died for the future so we cud have it
This is not what they meant- this is not what they hoped for
This right here is a mess- salt inside that open sore
Lord
Lord let us remember the angels - angels all now literally
And I cried, when I heard what the teacher did to save the lives of her children see
Beyond all the new ink tatted above my heart
Ill go down in flames for my home state when the devil tear us apart
Connecticut I love you- these children oh I love you
God said that hes love -hes love in all his verses
From bullets will come blessings that will superscede the hearses
From case shells that raised hell will interfaith the churches
I just pray the roses grow n we live our lives with purpose
In the spirit of every soul I impore that we earn this
Connecticut, earn this
Take a look inside the mind of a man man
A 20 year old soul- with gold in the trashcan
But whos gold is it anyway?
Fools gold
Is what the people with the pennies say
Targets on the black market make the semis spray (bang)
Let em shoot say the people getting plenty pay (pow pow)
And they kill each other
Watch em shoot one another
So they shoot and bullet holes go thru
Snow pants in the winter and summer thru bathing suits
And they bleed in the streets and the steam from the heat
From the suds of the blood melting sleet underneath
Then it seeps thru the cracks of the old concrete
And the kids walk by and plant seeds with they feet
The rain hits the earth and gave birth to a tree
I watch it grow daily when I drive by in my Jeep
Now I then I hop out and admire the leaves
I'll sing along with em while they blow in the breeze
Like
Da da da da da-da-da-da-da
2 x
La la la
La la la la-la
(Joey A.X)
Time comes - time goes
Time heals, all the things that time shows
And I know Gods real cuz ive talked to him
The I know the devils real cuz walked with him (ughhh)
Although I walk thru the valley of the shadow of the death
I will fear nothing I got God on my chest (tatted)
N the spirit of the lost, in my heart thats far too heavy
Cuz when it rains it pours, and the tears will break the levy
Ready?
No I dont want them to go
Alrhough theyre in heaven there seeds won't sew
My heartbreak all stems from the fact the seeds won't grow
Oh
Oh- But I do know that the saints all know their names
And - I do pray that the saints will all kno our pain
My small state right between the bean pot and the apple
Where the patriots have faught an died for the future so we cud have it
This is not what they meant- this is not what they hoped for
This right here is a mess- salt inside that open sore
Lord
Lord let us remember the angels - angels all now literally
And I cried, when I heard what the teacher did to save the lives of her children see
Beyond all the new ink tatted above my heart
Ill go down in flames for my home state when the devil tear us apart
Connecticut I love you- these children oh I love you
God said that hes love -hes love in all his verses
From bullets will come blessings that will superscede the hearses
From case shells that raised hell will interfaith the churches
I just pray the roses grow n we live our lives with purpose
In the spirit of every soul I impore that we earn this
Connecticut, earn this