Mama told me it was comin' but I wish she woulda told me when Is this the end? Momma told me one day it was gonna happen But she never told me when She
of little me that I couldn't do it (without you on my side) Silly si-silly me to think that I could leave you Silly si-silly me to think that I don't
If I die young, bury me in satin Lay me down on a bed of roses Sink me in the river at dawn Send me away with the words of a love song Lord make me a
hole in my heart My soul is bleeding I need to free my mind And see what I'm feelin' 'Cause lord knows Lord knows Tired, tired of the way he treats me
take care of me You will take care of me You will take care of me You will take care, always take care You hold my world in Your hands You hold my world
Fancy cars and diamond rings I seen all kinds of shiny things I should be feelin' like a king But Lord I don't Great big towns so full of users Make
me as Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has I'm from, rags to riches, niggaz I ain't dumb I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me 99
time you hold me Hold me like this is the last time Every time you kiss me Kiss me like you'll never see me again Every time you touch me Touch me like
on ma nigga, the same shit After Katrina, after the towers We holds our heads high after disaster [verse 1] They couldn't kill me holla if u feel me
well where oh where can my baby be? the lord took her away from me she's gone to heaven so i got to be good so i can see my baby when i leave this world
fault boo, I'm always here for you to talk to, Hold your head high when you walk through, Sometimes the devil's temptation would force you, One thing about the Lord
should (Dear Father) Won't you leave me alone (Dear Father) Won't you let me go home (Dear Father) I don't think I could see (Dear Father) Lord, they'd crucify me
All the time I got it on my mind Someone to hold me tight is hard to find I feel lonely, lo lo lo lo lonely You're the one and only that makes me feel
girl that ever seemed to be the one for me, so now i wander alone. alone in a cheap motel room. praying to the Lord above. burden of the past rests
talkin' to blasphemous Tell me, is it these ashy cuts that got you thinkin' I'm not in touch with that mask 'n glove Don't let the Reverend hold your
dat yo, I gotta make sho my dough multiply Crimes I commit heinous, y'all niggas is brainless You tied up at gun point, flinch make you famous Blow make me
F color, plush gold still gutter My dealer's in the mills motherfuck' and I ain't studder Bitter sweet, my life's a musical From holding those to Bose gold, the Lord