Ooh, I just hear mom prayin', I just hear gran sayin "Somebody oughta just, reach out and, help me" Eight decades and four years and gran still kickin
Now is the season for healing Deeply we need to see God's mercy revealing Where we have fallen from His way For we know he gives hope to the humble Gives
yeah from hills high in heaven to psalms 27 this is our gospel (oh) take my words for it (oh) uh check..listen you see the music business is like the
Last night as I lay down to sleep I heard someone began to weep Then I got up just to see I heard my mother praying for me She was kneeling by her bed
DJ, he had a bunch of records Funk, jazz, rhythm and blues, soul, you know what I'm sayin'? There was this one gospel record I liked like, like Like holy moly
Here's the tale of a young black male raised in these city streets Out here hustling to make ends meet in a world that's so corrupt That's ran by greed
I've seen a lot pain since I was a child so (Pray for me) I've done a few things that just ain't right so (Pray for me) What I've been through would
She lights a candle but she doesn't know why She wants to save me but I'm barely alive My soul is thirsty, I just wanna get high Make her go away Well
God gave Moses a few little rules and I want you to pass 'em around Take a look at those old fools, I can't believe the shit is going down You're supposed
Pray for me, pray for me Pray for me, pray for me Pray for me, just pray for me It's over nigga Living life with all this thuggness Destruction, this
(K.J.Garside) I painted somebody, I painted some more, I painted a house and I opened the door, I made her come inside, I made her feel warm, I mended
How sweet and happy seem those days of which I dream In memories I recall them now and then And with a rapture sweet, my weary heart would beat If I could
(Kim Carnes/Dave Ellingson) You can ride in the front Ride in the back Or someplace in between You can say what you mean But not mean what you say And
(John Mellencamp/Brian Bec Var) God gave Moses a few little rules And he said, I want you to pass them around Take a look at those old fools I can't believe
And we've got a lot of things to do *Meet me tonight It's alright I said holy moly dynamite I'm gonna show you, baby That tonight's the night I said holy moly
Look at me, I'm twenty three Beautiful, a sight to see tonight A little dress to draw the press And I'll be leaving all the rest behind Well, be pleased
You sit there on the couch Sipping your scotch and ice You turn the TV on And tune me out again So what would you say to me If you could talk to me You
Hold on, You said and I held on Lay down your sweet head and I laid it down I say, tell me all You have seen You gave of Your life to bring out my dreams
