“175 Months” is the second song on Dave’s third album The Boy Who Played The Harp.
In this song, Dave is talking to God like he is having a private and honest conversation.
He speaks about how his mother’s strong faith in Christianity helped shape him when he was growing up.
You can feel love, fear, and respect in his voice. He also worries about becoming famous and forgetting God, which shows how real and human he is.
The title “175 Months” is very personal. Dave’s older brother, Christopher Omoregie, has been in prison since March 2010, and 175 months is the total time he has been locked up so far.
The song carries pain, memory, and prayer all at once.
It is a song filled with heart, faith, and reflection — like a quiet moment between a boy and God.
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Dave – 175 Months Lyrics
[Intro]
Admitting truth is the first key to healing
But I did not want to bow my pride
[Verse 1]
Father God forgive me
It has been long since I prayed
Even longer since I stepped in church
I feel ashamed
I know I drifted far
Chasing drinks and night desires
Fighting angels more than demons
Begging that I still make it to the light
South London was our life
Abdullah died at sixteen
He is frozen in that age
Today would be twenty-seven
But in photos he is still fourteen
Stephanie left at fourteen
He lived at number seventeen
I was number twelve
I once believed skipping church meant instant hell
So when grief is mentioned
I say — I know it well
I missed his tenth memorial
There will never be new photos
I ask You God — why did You take him?
He was only a baby
I pray for every soul still with us
I pray I no longer feel alone
In this house I once prayed for
[Verse 2]
This cross is heavy on me
Please watch over my mother
She likely used her last prayer on me
I cannot let the devil walk in
The Bible says repentance is still mine
We were meant to move mountains
Our parents are aging
May they never lack strength
I have done what I cannot defend
Sometimes I am in church
Yet scrolling my phone during the service
On Judgement Day
Will You write down every sin?
My friend is fighting cancer
And I lie to his kids to protect their hearts
I pray for change
Yet I barely try fasting
I pray while wearing diamonds
Yet try to pray for Congo
I pray for my future son
Let me teach him love through how I love his mother
I pray for my nieces on my chest
I pray for my managers and their wives
They carry sacrifices no one sees
Sometimes I eat and forget to pray
I call You only when I need You
Then go silent when I am fine
[Chorus]
When the blood leaves my veins
When my numbered days arrive
Will I say this storm was worth it?
I only pray
That my purpose will justify my pain
[Verse 3]
My mum used to sneak in my room
Place oil and a cross on my forehead
Reading Psalm 23 — The Lord is my shepherd
Or Matthew 4 — The Word is my weapon
If I cannot pray for peace
Then let us at least win the war
Twenty-six years alive
Still unsure what I am fighting
Maybe just a chance
For lost children to live again
Christ — forgive me
For days when I had a reason to pray
But still refused
You carried me anyway
I asked for shoes
And used them to walk away from You
I escaped drugs
Traded the pen for another poison
Still harming my own people
Telling my testimony
While still selling the devil
Yet giving God the glory
[Outro]
Take care of me
Take care of me