Lord works in a strange way. man he's gonna make a man of me, A man of me. Ohhh The Lord works in a strange way. Ohhh a ohhh The Lord works in a strange
lord works in a strange way. man he's gonna make a man of me A man of me Ohhh The lord works in a strange way. Ohhh a ohhh The lord works in a strange
going be Bitches ain't getting a crumb from me Member when niggas used to run from me All of a sudden niggas names is buzzing Nigga in the game got a
a thug you can't come with nothin less than a dub or she lookin at yo ass like a scrub these hoes like it when a nigga show em love and she'll show you
dont seem to understand God damn whats really got me wondering Is if its a part of a bigger plan man I smell some thing fishy goin on and its way beyond
fate That would make a deadhead sell his van That would make a schizophrenic turn in his crayons Oprah freaks and science seeks a rationale That shall excuse this strange
fate That would make a Deadhead sell his van That would make a schizophrenic turn in his crayons Oprah freaks And science seeks a rationale That shall excuse This strange
about my papers, 'cause the game was wild And the fame was a plot to try to change me And what's strange is nobody knew my name 'fore it came Now the whole world is calling me a
came out Beautiful deal and we worked it out for about a year hittin shows Doin the road workin real real hard Well shit, we had a new team and fresh
to be freed from this paradigm. How can I live this way, Lord? Will I always be like this? "My God, get me free!" Still a very real issue in most of
Peace Camp to women only is a sensible political ploy, But if it is a demonstration of sexual exclusivity it is a sham. Aren't we seeking to destroy
in work and shed tears for my dead peers Mislead from childhood where I went astray Till this day I still pray for a better way Can't help but feel hopeless
at a cop Cause their venomous like snakes Fool! I put that on the spot Pops always told me never to (?) like these Tryna play a hate-a hustla for his
to my name and that's fo' a blunt man The way thangs goin' today I might as well be dead, so dread The voices on the radio got me seamed Can't put a
the doctor then called up a man And now wonders just which way could turn She stares at her coffee then looks toward the ceiling But Lord it's a strange