to my Lord's right hand When the stars begin to fall My Lord, what a morning! My Lord, what a morning! Oh, my Lord, what a morning when the stars begin
John Stewart/Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds Chorus: My Lord, what a mornin'. (Repeat twice) When the stars begin to fall. You will hear the sinners wailin'. (
s harder to be Sean What if the twins ask why I ain't marry they mom? (Why? Damn) How do I respond? What if my son stares with a face like my own And
a-cordin' And the cows need a-milkin', Alvin, Alvin" "Wait a minute, my name's not Alvin, that's not my life I'm not a hillbilly, I grew up in the Bronx
Puff, its harder to be Sean what if the twins ask why I aint marry their mom (why, damn!) how do I respond? what if my son stares with a face like my
There was a time Some time ago When every sunrise meant A sunny day, oh a sunny day But now when The morning light shines in It only disturbs the dreamland
you till my days end But I want you as a lover You're no good to me as my friend Someday baby, I won't worry My life no more, yeah That's my story
on how rich we would be To get out this hood was like a fantasy And now you hear my songs the radio is playin' Oh, I can't believe my ears And what
Three in the morning, And I'm still awake, So I picked up a pen and a page, And I started writing, Just what I'd say, If we were face to face, I
ever since you was a little boy By listening to sounds of music as a baby And listening to a reecord player You would pick up the sound and repeat what
know my struggle nor my hustle. I'ma certified rider! Gave up all my children. Women in my shit & dipping, Now you know the Lord is always with me thats my
Heaven in the form of a girl, everybody's sayin' My angel, my sunshine Bless the day that I found Heaven in the form of a girl My best friend, my good
, ease my edge, and be a nigga to the end But it's more to life then me and my Benz When my mama told to speak to my friends I kinda took that shit to
He'll come to get me Lord I know that I've been wrong They say a man is lost without a prayer, without a song So I'm singing on my knees 'cause I believe
Oh what can I do What can I do To make it better, yeah, yeah I thank the Lord for every morning he allows me to rise And though the sun is shining there
Nigga fuck the cop and the warrant You get a chance, poppin', informing All I need is a glock and I'm touring Hit every hole in the wall, have me a
'm right I can spit on anything, got plenty game, authentic My pen's sick, forensic, defends it, he wins it Again and a, again and a, again and a, again and a
