fell, now everybody screwed like loose nails I'm like what are we to do with a house with no roof look up and pray to whose above you God, yeeup, now
When the world brings you down You can search you inside For the love you will find (bring me back home) When the world brings you down You can search you
at night, pray heaven help me to face a fight, i thank god when this world's tough on me, lovin' you is so easy.(x2) But holdin' you, oh, it's just
and prosper Much success, even if you wish me the opposite ? I stay on my job Try to pray to keep my heart from going harm And I aint perfect, you know
dying out So I pray to God, the same time I'm pulling the iron out We rock stars, smoke red, mixed with lobster We Jamaican sexing, pillow talking,
to the grave before I be a bitch, nigga Better behave, you're dealin' with some rich niggas Started in the ghetto, now we worldwide Multiplyin' and I pray to God we
So you pray to God to justify the way you live a lie, live a lie, live a lie. And you take your time. And you do your crime. Well you made your bed.
Old dogs and new tricks and habits we ain't kicked We talked about God's grace and all the hell we raised Then I heard the ol' man say God is great,
to hide Reach out and pluck you, take you for a ride Sea of frustration, take everything in sight Won't be no blessing if we make it through the night
put my whole on display, to my dismay stop it, you carry-in on without logic let me tell you this about Joe I only say you what I want you to hear you
Yo, we at war We at war with terrorism, racism And most of all, we at war wit ourselves (Jesus walks) God show me the way because the Devil's trying to
, keeps him awake? My God is love My God is peace My God loves you My God loves me A suffering soul on the way to the Kingdom of Heaven Prayed in the
pray to God every day That you keep that smile Yeah, you are my dream There's not a thing I won't do I'll give my life up for you 'Cause you are my
re afraid to raise the flag 'less it gets torn to shreds But God forbid the wind should ever stop blowin' But if it did I'm sure we'd all fall down But
's to you, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know wo wo wo God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray
call Mase so he could pray for us I hit the Jamaican spot at the bar, take a seat I ordered you jerk, she said, "You are what you eat" You see I always
the way you were See the way you smirk I'm catching you where you work God only knows all the trouble that grows Deep beneath my soul dealing with you
when you pray, Some believe Mahommed, Allah, or Buddah are the way. Instead of a God or pantheon of gods up in the sky, I'll honour your choices and you