Fighting Fires

My soul, my soul

Won't be gettin' sleep tonight
And I'm crying as I write this
Prayin' for my brothers
Locked up, fighting fires
My heart goes out to all the daughters
Missin' all our fathers
Never seen their loved ones
‘Cause the prisoners fighting fires
(My soul)

And I might be biased
But I feel God standin' by us
And the prisoners fighting fires (My soul)
And I might be biased, but my soul
Needs you Lord, Jesus come now, take control
(Take control of my soul)
Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

What if I start off the track
Hum the beginning mutter the middle part
And mumble the ending?
It just feels better in my humblе opinion
Much more n-words, but humble beginnings
Makе you act like the n-word
That's why you stayed injured
That's why you stay in court and
Go to the pen for it
Before I forget, let me go get a pen for it
Cancel culture, before I get censored
All I really meant for is you to get mentored
Before you get sentenced
Before you get sent for it
Remember this sentence, remember repentance
(My Soul)
Only God can judge you, only Jesus is Lord
Over in Thanville, Stateville, Taylorville
Lanyard we're mass targeted, mass marketed
Mass incarceration
Massive police stations, mass incorporated
Take control of my soul (My soul)

And I might be biased
But I feel God standin' by us (My soul)
And I might be biased, but my soul
Needs you Lord, Jesus come now, take control
(Take control of my soul)
And I might be biased
But I feel God standin' by us (My soul)
And I might be biased, but my soul
Needs you Lord, Jesus come now, take control
(Take control of my soul)
Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah oh