to keep me in touch with God But who?ll pray for me when momma?s gone? Who?ll pray for me when momma?s gone? Who?ll ask His forgiveness from then on? Who
번역: Twitty 컨웨이. 엄마가 사라지고 나면 누가 나를 위해기도 하겠지만.
Oh how it worries me so Jesus sent him to us late An angel to brighten up our day Who will tell him stories and sing him bedtime songs Who will pray for
to thank Who you are is falling over me Who you are is falling over me And who you are has got me on my knees Who you are has got me on my knees I'
the mistake I never learned from I swear I always fall for your type, yeah For your type Tell me why I always fall for your type For your type (I just
end of it all Who am I living for? At the end, at the end Who am I living for? At the end, at the end Who am I living for? Heavy is head that wears
alone Are you calling me? Are you trying to get through? Are you reaching out for me? I'm reaching out for you Yeah, to my babies Stay strong, daddy will
Sorry you, sorry me, sorry every in between Sorry everybody he will never be somebody clean There's a piece of me they're throwing back at us And they will
for me, so I will not be afraid What can mere mortals do to me? Yes, the Lord is for me, He will help me I will look in triumph at those who hate me
with I?m second guessing, all this negative energy It?s making me realize why niggaz really envy me I feel no sympathy It?s tight ill, plus I get slight chills when I write wills
painless. And you know hat you tell them niggas who can't touch you. You grab your nuts and say motha fuck you. You invited. Got guns, be indicted. And if they kill me, me
All I want is somebody who's gonna love me for me Somebody I can love for them All this money don't mean shit If you ain't got nobody to share it with
end up being a dead body Yo' wife and children gone be searching for their dear ol' daddy They found his headless body tied up in a dark alley It's cold like ice and snow on a nigga soul For bricks or snow, niggaz will
in? Let me tell ya It's a wonder that man can eat at all When things are big that should be small Who can tell what magic spells We'll be doing for
trippin' I don't know why, they see a future in it We're headed for self-destruction Can't function, only thing I can do is pray And thank God for another
for power eacha nd every day We are all just puppets in the games they play They manipulate the message to attain their goals And for simple re-election they will
street Blood on your feet, the ends don't meet And who they gonna blame it on, me? Try the media Try the P.D. Try your TV Try your quest for wealth Anybody
a way Not move away 'cause they afraid I brought back to the hood And all you ever did was take away I pray for patience but they Make me wanna melt
