: Oh-Oh-Oh Oh-Oh-Oh You might lose your faith in science You might lose your faith in wealth You might lose your faith in Jesus, oh Or lose faith in
You might lose your faith in science You might lose your faith in wealth You might lose your faith in Jesus Or lose faith in yourself. But when I let
Oh-Oh-Oh Oh-Oh-Oh You might lose your faith in science You might lose your faith in wealth You might lose your faith in Jesus, oh Or lose faith in yourself
to give more than I take For Heaven's sake I keep on smiling no matter what comes my way And I may be passin' out on Friday night But come Sunday I'll
give more than I take For Heaven's sake, I keep on smiling No matter what comes my way And I may be passing out on Friday night But come Sunday I'll
to give more then I take For Heavens sake I keep on smiling No matter what comes my way And I may be passin' out on Friday night But come Sunday I
that's going, ain't coming back My roll dog, took his last stand in Iraq Watching his mama collapse, cause she can't take the news And it's sad to say
't feelin' me, why she grillin' me, Black? Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back On my lap, in the jet to Miami an' back When I tear through
Sunday every Summer The pilgrims climb the reek Where Saint Patrick in it's solitude Looked down across Clew Bay And With a ringing of his bell Called the faithful
bad that way Can't you hear her, she's that sweet missing songbird? When the choir sings on Sundays and I'm almost busted But I bought back the jewelery
skinned men ain't sexy, true Darker the cherry, you know how sweet will be the juice Music's the only thing that brings the dead right back to life Have faith
selling your cold hollow faith (You're still lying to me, you're still lying to me) Oh, next time your standing on that stage And selling your cold hollow faith
Fill me up with False Hope Cause I wish the world that i wasnt me With no direction at all Im loosing faith in everything By my alone time I can see
of the Dead they keep spinning around and around and die day by day for the Master of Death Sundays at the church repenting for their sinning speaking words of faith
, it take a real man to be a father, (this dedicated to all them niggaz takin care of they responsibility its on...keep it real). I think back home how
no one near me now, tell me what to do and how. Take me,let me sing my cares away! Oh that road is there, Oh that road is there, Come on back,back!
