song I caught wind and hit the road runnin' And Lord, I've been a long time gone Been a long time gone Lord, I ain't had a prayer Since I don't know
yeah Getting ready, yeah Getting ready From early in November to the last week of December I got money matters weighing me down Whoa, the music may
, she's pretty as a prayerbook Sweet as an apple on Christmas day I said good gracious can this be my luck If that's my prayerbook Lord let us pray Well
river Sweeps the wild, white ocean The rage, the rage of love turns inward To prayers of devotion These prayers are the constant road across the wilderness These prayers are These prayers
No weapon formed against me shall prosper 'Cause I'm walking with the Heavenly Father And I do believe that I'm gonna prosper 'Cause I'm walking with the prayers
and shit it's nuttin' to it Burn it light it weed it and off the liquor, while drivin' outside I'll never catch a vehicular homicide My music is a description
to my stereo Oh oh oh oh oh To my stereo Oh oh oh So sing along to my stereo [Bridge] I only pray you never leave me behind Because good music can
friend But I predicted this endin', back in the day 'Cause I had visions of bad decisions knew niggaz would go astray Although we pray and we pray and we pray
the bay and had away wid her Bone's hitting all day wid the lay wid ah, play Wid the seven other niggas no protecting smoking hay what Would he pray wid her would he pray
are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life 'Cuz I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the
me wings And it was your light that shined Guiding my heart to find This place where I belong It was your song Every night I pray Before the music starts
tough there was just about enough And they saw it through without complaining For deep inside was a burning pride In the town I loved so well There was music
it?s a sin and I don?t know my kin I?m a ghost don?t know my beginning know my end Yo Konvict calm my soul pray that I live & I hope the lord forgive
Music :rudolf schenker Lyrics:klaus meine Do you say a prayer when your feeling down Do you believe that love can turn your faith around You're feeling
Convict, yeah Shady, Convict music Guess who's back? Still we're here, haters Akon and Obie Trice, yeah Whatcha gonna do it with it, A? Whatcha gonna
I'm trying to make a name like a f-cking birth certificate Awwwww! Now a nigga on And the DJ playing my song And she wanna drink a little Dom Perignon With Sean! I pray
can't look at him in his eyes, you don't know how that sh-t feels mentally! I aint trying to rock no shirts that say "in memory" I'm praying that he