Gen Z: Psalms 51
1Yo God, show me some mercy, like, for real, based on your mad love and all the times you’ve been chill with me. Wipe my mess clean, no cap.
2Scrub me down from my wrongs, and make me fresh from my sins, fr.
3I totally own up to my mistakes; my sins are always on my mind, periodt.
4I’ve only messed up against you, and I know this bad stuff looks sus to you: you gotta keep it real when you judge, for sure.
5Just so you know, I was born into this mess; my mom brought me into the world with some serious baggage.
6You want the real deal in my heart, and in the secret spots, you’re gonna drop some wisdom on me.
7Clean me up with that hyssop stuff, and I’ll be fresh: wash me, and I’ll be whiter than snow, no cap.
8Let me vibe with joy and happiness; the bones you broke can totally bounce back and feel good.
9Don’t look at my sins, and wipe out all my wrongs, fr.
10Make me a clean heart, God; and bring back that good spirit in me, periodt.
11Don’t ghost me from your presence; keep your holy spirit close, no cap.
12Bring back the joy of your salvation to me; keep me up with your free spirit, vibing.
13Then I’ll show the wrongdoers your ways; and the sinners will come back to you, bet.
14Save me from the guilt of blood, God, my savior: my tongue will sing your praises loud, for real.
15Lord, open my lips; my mouth will shout out your praise, no cap.
16You’re not about sacrifices; if you were, I’d bring them: you don’t vibe with burnt offerings.
17God’s sacrifices are a broken spirit; a shattered and humble heart, you won’t turn away, periodt.
18Do good for Zion, like, for real: build up those walls in Jerusalem.
19Then you’ll be hyped about the sacrifices of righteousness, with burnt offerings: they’ll bring bulls to your altar, no cap.