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Wonder Years The I Won T Say The Lord S Prayer

I guess it's so God can see from where he is in the cheap seats I refuse to spend life on my knees And I won't let somebody else make my decisions for

dirty I've been hustlin' everyday Now I know that I should pray But I wonder if He hear what I'd say I know, my momma didn't raise me this way But I

to me But I couldn't move and I couldn't breathe As I died I realized There was a reason I was paralyzed Inside that room I was not alone There was a

fists and amidst', thy clicks, of tricks No I'm not a Christian but I'm mentally ill And I don't understand all the reasons Well, I think it's killin

I ask my folks question every season They say the Lord blessed every child Boy he blessed you with a reason So, with that I go for years and years On

then me I've stoled things that I ain't proud of I won't even mention the power CD I was getting near it If I die today I, I'd die a happy man, God

York City) Livin' like Lord, I wonder how Two angels in hell in New York City (New York City) But I can't think about that now I can't think about that

worse then me, I've stoled things that I ain't proud of I won't even mention the power CD I was getting near it If I die today I, I'd die a happy man

s gonna be alright) Everything's gonna be alright (it's gon' be alright) Everything's gonna be alright now (it's gonna be alright) Say don't you worry