Lyrics:
In Praise Of Women

me. Capable, pliable Women, women... Understanding and reliable, Knowing their place. Insufferable, yes, but gentle, Their weaknesses are incidental. A functional but ornamental Race. Durable, sensible Women, women

gotta be more than plush living Gotta be more than grabbing nines to buck tin in Gotta be more than just to lust women Gotta be more than platinum Rolexes, 600's and crushed linen Praise

one and only that makes my dreams come true All across the universe, every boy and every girl Is looking for this thing called love So why do all the other guys got pretty women

virgin to the game A virgin to that money A virgin to the fame So this my only chance and when I'm over only pray that I flow from the bottom Closer to

pot holes in Jamaica, We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres. Martin had a dream, Bob got high, I still do both but somehow I got by. Creflo prayed

faces Oh I pray everyday (everyday) To keep from going crazy I been so many places (all around the world) So many unfamiliar faces Oh I pray everyday

down behind the Fountain Those were happy days in so many, many ways In the town I loved so well In the early morning the shirt factory horn Called women

one to praise him when he's goin' strong The last one to blame him when everything's wrong It's such a one-sided game that they play But women are funny

i can forget what you did for me no way you raise me from a baby and plus i know i was bad so no women on earth could ever take your place thats a fact