Sands, Swollen Glands, Paris, Tokyo, N-N-New York, M-M-M-Mexico Stay plastic woo ooh Stay tragic woo ooh Proclamation of emancipation Oh dear lord,
Judgment day, don't they know they can't escape your crew I'm just trying to live right and pray you take me through And with this song I dedicate to you, my Lord Lord
a book I be the author Think I'll call it SLP stunt like my patnas [Chorus] [Verse 3] Dear lord heavenly father please forgive me Can't turn back on em now
book I be the author Think I'll call it SLP stunt like my patnas [Chorus] [Verse 3] Dear lord heavenly father please forgive me Can't turn back on em now
've been feelling Looking at me and think that I'll be tripping But say what you want 'cause baby that means nothing I play this game but now I'm tired
go down the drain now. (While their dreams go down the drain now) Are we really living, or just walking dead now (Are we walking dead now?) Or dreaming
you simply just umm Bounce, throw it all around Throw it all around, throw it all around Throw it all around a little more now Throw it all around a little more now
mention I'm betrayed? I used to be the king but now I am the fool A captain without a ship, a rabbi without a shul Now I'm about to go to jail, there
to be great While working on my mistakes You promise that's change I'm doing the same thing Dear Mr.Obama I'm hoping that this letter reaches you in good spirits Lord
(Dear Father) Won't you leave me alone (Dear Father) Won't you let me go home (Dear Father) I don't think I could see (Dear Father) Lord, they'd crucify me (Dear
the ladder to the floor Now we can't move the ladder 'round no more Sunday is the day I go to church and pray the Lord Take me when I die to golden shores
(Lord have mercy) There's no other place for me (Mmm mmm) If you don't hold me in your arms (Oh child oh child) I'd rather be here from now on" "Some
get up Can you visualize your own pain? Could ya imagine? Breathin' yo' last breath I bet ya, ya can't you don't wanna stay Dear Lord, cannot stand
for Bone Thugs Dear Lord, my sis' has got Bone to look up to And feel proud of, on top of all of that there Mommy's out the ghetto now I thank the Lord
steps in Your world, dear Lord Lead me, guide me everyday Send your anointing, Father, I pray Order my steps in Your world Why am I payin' this price for fame? Now
fallin' short I can't cope, so now I'm slangin' dope And now my granny knows I'm doin' wrong She just prayin' for me heavily Take care of her grandson And the lord
listen Lord See it's just my position Lord Gotta me smokin' on this blunt while I'm lookin' at the sky Make it rain so I know the doves cry Lord, do
