I go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga Better behave: you dealin' with some rich niggas Started in the ghetto, now we worldwide Multiplying and I pray to God we never die This is for the soldiers that see the sun at midnight, ya dig Let me slow down

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

Keep it right here, keep it right here, your sweet love You are the love without exception You're in my book of answered prayers No need to change your heart's direction At every crossroad I'll be there There will be nights some restless nights When

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

And I pray they'll find the answer That there's a way to right the wrong And lord while your listen Some troubles of my own I got problems right here at home Fires are burning, up the forests Down along the Amazon There's children starving in Guatemala

Can wait a long time for an answer Gets tossed all around and then lost in the world Something as hard as a prayer on your back Something as simple as boys and girls All you kids get out the back door I've never seen her this bad before She took all her

Heroes are hard to find Heroes are hard to find, won't someone take the time Well, God knows you can hear the people praying You know you can turn away, you gotta give it a shot Heroes are hard to find, you've got to cross that line Heroes are hard to

Daddy's pride and joy Is marrying some boy Mama planned it all Said it's pretty in the fall And the flowers would be Roses and daisies And she prayed nobody saw The weight that I put on The bride shouldn't be

Now the oil's gone And the money's gone All the jobs are gone Still we're hangin' on Down in dry county To wash the sins from off our hands Praying for some holy water The promise has run dry Where nobody cries

Hallelujah, I need your love For you, there's only love You're how I'm living When all my friends say I should take some space Well I can't envision, that for a minute When I'm down on my knees, you're how I pray It never was about the money or the drugs