This is my lover's prayer I hope it'll reach out outto you, my love This is my lover's prayer And I hope you can understand it, my love My life is such a weary thing But it might be your own presence bringing rain You keep wanting, waiting and wishing When

I bleed it out outDigging deeper just to throw it away Just to throw it away Say your prayers and stomp it out outWhen they bring that chorus in Yeah, here we go for the hundredth time Hand grenade pins in every line Throw 'em up and let something shine Going

Hands, in the, air, now! I got the crowd yelling (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye, all the Dope Boyz yelling (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye, from the back they yelling (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye! Aye, all my