Children of Cain - MF Grimm

Could it be the fact that I’m wicked?

This type of life, Creator, did I pick it?

Did it choose me as part of a plan?

And to lose me just wandering the land?

Children of Cain, just nod to this (Nod to this)

Children of Cain, just nod to this (Nod to this)

Cursed with blood of brother on hands

Those who search for peace, they understand

Could it be the fact that I’m wicked?

This type of life, Creator, did I pick it?

Did it choose me as part of a plan?

And to lose me just wandering the land?

Children of Cain, just nod to this (Nod to this)

Children of Cain, just nod to this (Nod to this)

Cursed with blood of brother on hands

Those who search for peace, they understand

Didn’t accept what he tried to offer

All he wanted was her because he loved her

Jealousy turned brother against brother

Blood was shed for a gleam while our mother

Confused.

To ponder the word, he did listen

Without shedding the blood, there’s no remission

Descendants of the firstborn murderer

Created first city, master builder

Check lineage — Lamech begets Noah

Could it be the fact that I’m wicked?

This type of life, Creator, did I pick it?

Did it choose me as part of a plan?

And to lose me just wandering the land?

Children of Cain, just nod to this (Nod to this)

Children of Cain, just nod to this (Nod to this)

Cursed with blood of brother on hands

Those who search for peace, they understand

Could it be the fact that I’m wicked?

This type of life, Creator, did I pick it?

Did it choose me as part of a plan?

And to lose me just wandering the land?

Children of Cain, just nod to this (Nod to this)

Children of Cain, just nod to this (Nod to this)

Cursed with blood of brother on hands

Those who search for peace, they understand

Creator, can our people be spared?

This punishment is greater than we can bear

Hunted like animals, down, we’re torn

Given Mark of The Beast before born

Feel we deserve it, oppressors don’t mourn

Cursed on the planet, were we sworn

Why do we go through so much pain?

Unforgiven since past from Cain

Living, hope we’re dead — what’s to gain?

Dying in floods, our souls burns in flames

The way our people get treated is insane

People torture us in Your name

It’s like we’re just pieces of a game

The world just laugh but should be ashamed

It’s time to fight back, Children of Cain

It’s time to fight back, Children of Cain

Could it be the fact that I’m wicked?

This type of life, Creator, did I pick it?

Did it choose me as part of a plan?

And to lose me just wandering the land?

Children of Cain, just nod to this

Children of Cain, just nod to this

Cursed with blood of brother on hands

Those who search for peace, they understand

Those… they understand