Church I just knelt down on my knees I said, Lord, I know I don't look like much But I didn't think You'd mind I just wanted to be with your people,
't you get in the car 'Cause I won't be coming back, if you get in the back My sweetheart, my sweetheart I will just stay away Six years or maybe eight
lap I teach you to rap in my Sunday School These bitches get a one day rule You gotta fuck be Monday, cool? Or she gotta stroke a stick like the hun
pray on Sunday You think your sins are cleaned up that way Don't you know forgiveness just begins with you If you could read my mind Just read my
all the truth It's the reason why we need to raise the roof To look to the heavens as the master's one plan We stand to help the birth of just one man
to take you to the shame of your past take the dream take me lead me far away take me there i'll fade away but i can't hide and i cannot die i take the
Just want to raise some (coons? ) out through the back woods Well baby better believe what your daddy say Just wanna ramrod baby my life away. It's a long walk to heaven
, others say that I'm ignorant I don't just experiment, intimate not my sentiment Everyday at the tenement, yayo like I invented it Scrambled just like eggs, like
Somebody just look back over your life and See where he brought you from How many of you know? Prayer changes (I heard that) Prayer changes (I believe
back to sleep Go back to sleep Go back to sleep Counting bodies like sheep Go back to sleep Go back to sleep Counting bodies like sheep Go back to
) Well, let me warn you, I'm the kind of playa that's really hated I'm rated X like Malcolm E-40, Coolio, and KAM, sprinkle game like talcum You want
way that I wanna go out. Rob Jenkins, sittin' on the back pew: head bowed an' his eyes closed. Preacher talkin' 'bout gettin' to Heaven, said: "Brother would you like
the way that I wanna go out Rob Jenkins, sittin' on the back pew Head bowed an' his eyes closed Preacher talkin' 'bout gettin' to heaven Said, "Brother would you like
thankful that I have a roof over my head. And Heaven-forbid if we ever go through something like this again, we?ll just pick ourselves up, dust off and go on. ?Cause that?s just
back where you belong Get thee behind me Satan, just leave me alone Take all of your bad guys, your demons and flee Go to Hell in a handbasket, heaven
and a day On their way to heaven Somehow they both lost track Just a few steps off the main road But enough to not find a way back See them now...
Great distance, providing the Necessary clues for the construction of This thrilling new trend! Sunday Sunday? Wow! Sunday, 'monday Sunday, Saturday