God must be busy That anchor man says the fight began Somewhere in the Middle East, world prays for peace There's a single mom just got laid off when they lost a job To some foreign hands, some faraway land Last night in Oklahoma some twister took

Uh, murcielago when the doors go up And when the money fall you know the hoes turn up But, when the money gone you know the hoes turn down And I pray to God he don't Let my soul burn up! Birdman, what up? Last time I seen bird, he said young nigga get

When I pray for you I hope you get down on your knees 'Cause that's what I do, that's what I do I talk to God about you I pray you love like your momma And you forgive just like she does 'Cause when this life knocks you down Oh, when I pray for you And I

Blame it on the streets Don't blame my mama Don't blame my liquor Shootouts in broad daylight, South Central zoo life Young nigga goin' hard, hustle all night Mama prayin', tellin' God I don't live right Fuck right, go left, catch a damn strike Felonies

And underneath the pain My favorite hurricane I never questioned Not even once All of the twists and turns and tumbles Of our love So many nights Down on my knees Praying to God that you can learn

She is a bad bitch Made up of magic Pray to the goddess Don't break your promise Thou shall be faithful and honest

Under your scars I pray You're like a shooting star in the rain You're everything that feels like home to me, yeah Under your scars, I could live inside you time after time If you'd only let me live inside your mind Live inside your mind If you feel like

I don't know how to love. I just know how to live. All I feel is hate. Will you forgive me? I don't know how to breathe with you too far away. Will you forgive me? There's nothing to me now. An empty shell unfolded. How, when we learn to pray inside our

See the white in their eyes Caroleans are marching on Into battle facing the fire Lord thy will be done Into battle walk in a line Put their lives in God's hand for their kingdom and fatherland In the name of Christ their enemies chastise Fader vår som

Remember me for who I was not who I am I'll pray you'll never understand this Sweet sweet sweet November Jesus called me collect last night It took all of me not to answer it Daddy warned me the perils of play Hard to deal God's standards Flying high and