like me gotta stay high Thug Luv till I die keep my prayer to the sky But I'm still in the hood smoke and fry So I beg the Lord to save us all escapers
nigga like me gotta stay high Thug Luv till i die keep my prayer to the sky but I'm still in the hood smoke and fry So I beg the lord to save us all
, I pray for the faith, Lord We pray for your love, Lord We pray for the lost, Lord We pray for this world, Lord We pray for the strength, Lord We pray
hands I pray lord With these hands For the strength lord With these hands For the faith lord With these hands I pray lord With these hands For the strength lord
all you hear is connivin' and gossip and contradiction and You try to vote and participate in the government And the motherfuckin' Democrats is actin' like Republicans You join an organization
saw) Face the east nigga, face the east nigga (Tell me where, have I seen you somewhere before) Then pray my nigga, pray my nigga (Was it in a dream?)
erupt So we can't stop the struggle I'm killin' my enemy, breakin' 'em off and not givin' a fuck And I pray to the Lord my soul to keep When i go to
in vain? I know I'm speaking in vain Is my playin' this organ in vain, at the temple At the cathedral, at all these churches? Is my praying, my praying, my praying
, singing in vain I know I'm speaking in vain Is my playin this organ in vain, at the temple At the cathedral, at all these churches Is my praying, my praying, my praying
Now the madman done blasted up out of the cycle war So they labeled me 5150 , you wanna fuck with me? Better pray to my Lord, I'm gonna tortune, body
21, kept the shakers and gun Blow in ya face, stab you below ya waist The type to chase death, like faces of death Sippin' the Henny, pray, let the Lord
the merciful Savior and the fires of hell I know he meant it but what's a little straying He got everybody singing and a-praying That devil better not
and no one's suffered quite like you Christ is king (deny him) Jesus is lord (deny him) servant or slave the balance always works out the same pray for
Jully Black] Life is so sweet, thank the Lord for my days Oh, I'm living for today, life might be here went away Life is so sweet, thank the Lord for
front of the altar It's covered with flowers I pray to Lord Jesus And confess my sins I hear a scornful laughin' Voices sound through the silence The organ
the gods marred thoughtlessness I stay ready for the combat While the ignorant praying and they wondering where they god at.. I stay ready for the combat While the ignorant praying
and-comin album Just the way I planned it, niggaz'll start to panic Brains get hijacked like planes and crashlandin Bitch niggaz pray to the Lord; the
stay ferocious, but lay the lowest, blaze a forest, and they adore us, My brain's in orbit, Great performance, and pray the lord-es, I'm playin' organs
