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you fuck I don't mean it
Girl, Just tell me should I play on your playlist
If God had a phone I'd be on his playlist
Those niggas take so much time

that money up
All by myself I turned myself up

God bless all my people that ain't make it home
I remember times, I was all alone
I done ran this money

of escape
Is buried
Six feet beneath my grave
It works it's way inside of me
This pain I create
Overcast by doubt
Can I be set free
Why have I been praying

This a letter to my one beautiful mother
Knowing that I'm away just take of my brother
Praying that we gon make it, we gon make it out the struggle

Healing, I need mending tho
I've been feeling low
Day by day, I need to take it slow

Ugh what's good, what it do?
Your boy back and he feeling brand new

Me feel sick it makes me feel sick

Ahallelujah ahallelujah ahallelujah to the most high God ahallelujah to the most high God I been praying

to me, man you better come properly
And I am what I am by the Grace of God
Got no time for apologies
I'm rising above all my enemies
I'm praying to God for

allegiance to them bands
Like what
Like who
No You can't walk a mile in my shoes
Every night you was praying for me
Whole time you was praying I lose
Ain't

momma a visit
Spend like a month and half out of the city
Forget by the commas, and dramas and gimmicks
Nobody coulda known, coulda known yeah

At times I

hurt the ones I cared for
Forgot what it's like being carefree
Crushed by the weight
Of my very own gravity
Yeah
The sun is at its apex
Pivoting our

same place where the root hides
Thinking about the better days
But like a jump shot, time fades away
Off the low block you can bank it in
Even be fancy

Still it's better than fighting an endless war
Fear of someone kicking in your front door
Praying you live just through the night
Holding your loved ones

on the road
Eyes witness the different sides of the tracks
My city is not divided by different colours and tats
It’s segregated by a money sign
I understand

floor
Or re-lock the door
It's been a while now you've been gone
The Melancholy's come on

And I'm waiting, stuck inside
And I'm praying, for sunshine

I'm too trill I don't need pill to catch this kill
What time it is? It's time to drill
You keep your steel or you gone die
Murder man look in my eyes

Please do not speak if you was gone leave from the start
It be hard when trynna go get this shit all out the mud by yourself I'm just saying
Lookin

Driving Down the Darkness

DevilDriver

The Fury of Our Maker's Hand

2005

the darkness Stricken by the madness Praying for forgiveness While you play god (with my life)

Me against them, no stopping Time for action not talking If it

the door
I'm praying that this day will never come
When I would die again
I'm haunted by your name
Will it be enough
Will it be enough

If there was a time

of Ourselves so it seems 
Seam by seam space and time So divine  third eye blind Doesn't matter
Its just another chapter of the Universe from the eyes

pretend
Imma run my fucking mouth because I know when all it ends 
The only time I'll make amens is when I'm praying 
Cause there a lot of people who gone

see the war is in your mind and you ignore it all the time
Praying on your own kind
Walking a fine line between justice and the crime
Trapped in time

but be praying, cause I know I got a calling
Wiping tears, whole damn time, my nigga fighting tears
I get in my mind and I don't like it there
But if

got em mixed up with being eminent
They shot my nigga 8 times
Guilty by association
Shot my mans 1 time
The outcomes awful ain't it
I'm just tryna do

will be fighting
You was only focused on getting back by the 9th ten
If he ain't had the time you was robbing him for his Brightling
Robbing them for