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what a
Nice, pretty farm he had
He said, "What do doctors
Know about farms, pray tell?"
I said, "I was born
At the bottom of a wishing well"

Well, by
When you find out things about yourself
That you hadn't ought to know
When your grandma calls and books you
On the Jerry Springer show
And you
my black ass right there and get shot see (Fool)
But fool it ain't no going out
See I keep storing clout
And show these niggas what I'm all about
Dreaming about the day when I can see you there
My side
By my side

Here we go again and my head is gone, my lord
I stop to say hello
'Cause I think
Dreaming about the day when I can see you there
My side
By my side

Here we go again and my head is gone, my lord
I stop to say hello
'Cause I think
Dreaming about the day when I can see you there
My side
By my side

Here we go again and my head is gone, my lord
I stop to say hello
'Cause I think
nicely
I wrecked my car, I ride my bike
But some asshole came and stole my seat
He didn't give a damn about my life
So now I only travel by my feet
nicely
I wrecked my car, I ride my bike
But some asshole came and stole my seat
He didn't give a damn about my life
So now I only travel by my feet
nicely
I wrecked my car, I ride my bike
But some asshole came and stole my seat
He didn't give a damn about my life
So now I only travel by my feet
at any other woman when I've got Ann
Oh I feel so good when she takes my hand
I'm a gonna go tell her daddy what I think about her say thank you man
For
And treat her right

I'm as true to my baby
And I can't see no reason why
Lord, man, I can't see no reason why
Every time I think about it
I hang my head
look at any other woman when I've got Ann? I feel so good when she takes my hand.
I'm gonna go tell her daddy what I think about her, say, "Thank you,
that's what you get for talkin' shit
Trick I drop you in the splunder
Cut you up like Jerry Springer biatch

Come, come who the fuck
They want some 
Niggas
the turbulence
But when it comes to work, I'm magnificent serving it

(Esham)
Street lords to my niggas, cheddar boy, clockin' figures
Only fuck with the work,
of those
Whose lives have been taken
And thank the Lord I am here

I've got some money in my pocket
A hand I can hold
Somebody standing by me
When
and me

When the wind blows on that faithful morning
And I close my eyes, Lord, and fly my body home
I don't want my friends to cry no tears about me
(Play it pig)

Those limousines and chauffeurs they soon fell by the way
Like that mansion down in Dallas Lord I lost the other day
Happiness is gone
When I think about the state of the world
Innocent victims, boys and girls
Those attacked by the enemy
Suddenly my problems aren't as bad as they
home
Just sittin' down and thinkin, man I'm a long, long way from home
Think about all my good times lord and my friends all want to know
They never
time you'll be 
going where you're coming from (think about that) 
tomorrow might be just another day to run 
Someone must control your mind 
you're
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Hebrews 4:13, Psalm 37:18

In the evening when I start to pray
I think about this day
Another page is turned
Lord knows her soul would never rest
I can't leave this world with Mama thinkin'
I met the Lord with whiskey on my breath

I still think about that
And I ain’t gonna think about trouble anymore

Well now, this old world sometimes it does get lonesome
And it’s many a grown man has hung his head
that's what you get for talkin' shit
Trick I drop you in the splunder
Cut you up like Jerry Springer biatch

Come, come who the fuck
They want some 
Niggas
I was headed north on Highway 5
On a starlit Sunday night
When a pick-up truck flew by me out of control
As I watched in my headlights,
He