Make it Rain Down, Lord.

“When the sins of my father weigh down in my soul
And the pain of my mother will not let me go
Well, I know there can't come fire from the sky
To refine the purest of canes
Even though I know this fire brings me pain
Even so, it's just the same…” - ‘Make it Rain’, by Jor El Quinn

Those first two lines. There’s no getting past those first two lines.