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
Time goes whenever you are, time is your guiding star, That shines all through your life, makes you feel and move. My dreams are out in the far, so are
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In the spring of 47 So the story, it is told Old John Sutter went to the mill site Found a piece of shinin' gold Well, he took it to the city Where the
Down by the old (not the new but the old) Mill stream (not the river but the stream), Where I first (not the last but the first) Met you. (Not me but
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
(Make me yours) He get out of line, break his fucking arm You know how it go, word up Ain't playing no games with these niggaz man None at all, man, no
Where the snow melts and the shadows bend Weeping willows dance and the sea swells At the river's end calling in the trance And our eyes meet while the
(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