Lyrics:
prayers
As you whisper alone
I am the one you felt was close
Close behind you in St.Stephen
You lit a candle
Blessings in the cold night air
I'll
home, I want to go home,
Oh, how I want to go home!
Home, folks think I'm big in Detroit City.
From the letters that I write, they think I'm fine.
Mama Was Tired Of Me
Sellin Dope Since Middle School
Come In The House When I Wanted To
It Was A Lot Of Sht She Couldn’t Hide From Me
(Like What) like
alone again
By noon I'm ruling Rome, I built my own up from the ashes
They mistake me for the apple without knowing I'm the seed
As in which any earth
I wanna go home
Home folk think I'm big in Detroit city
From the letters that I write
They think I'm fine
But by day I make the cars
And by night I
on the waterbed
A letter's on the pillow
And this what the letter said
It said cheeks, I'll be home around two
You was deep in your sleep
So I didn't want
incarcerated
Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock
Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks
Look up in my mailbox, I get letters from my
surrounded her birth.
She was taken home by her father who had negative intentions towards her (he actually wanted her dead so he could have all that was
call like two letters? What do you
-It's not spelled Earl?
-I can't be mad, I'm supposed
To be mad, so yeah, i'm gone
-Just come on
How's that supposed
there's a letter, a letter for me
I've been standing here waiting Mr. Postman
So patiently
For just a card, a little letter
Oh, saying he's returning home
shadow, any roads
Waiting, waiting by the silent phone
I draft my next apology
Burn my letters once they're read
Unalloyed joint, I thrice repeat
them even when they're throwing rocks and stones at Stephen, or Paul petitioning the Roman regent's court from the Caesarean prison over their unfair
her right leg
Got home from Kush Lake but forgot tent peg
If you ain't pull the handbrake end will be like Drake
My daughter loved that
She was 'bout
the longing
Your glory to behold
All praise for infant martyrs
Whom you with tend'rest love
Received from Herod's bloodshed
To share your home above
O Rachel,
the longing
Your glory to behold
All praise for infant martyrs
Whom you with tend'rest love
Received from Herod's bloodshed
To share your home above
O Rachel,
time a letter from you is late…
What do you want?
Your letters – some affectionate, some so bitter
If you will not write, memory’s magical thread gets
the heart, my life right from the start
I need a home sweet home to call my own
A letter home and I know we don't speak much
And we both know I'm not keen
motherfuckers are torturing me
Totally rolling over explosives, I'm morphing to Jesus
These other suckas keep hawking to see
My Stephen Hawking seething
911
Im surrounded by some shootas still uh shoot it like Stephen
We all ate from off that lick been getting money since 7
We rob the corner store
message, leavin' the wreckage, I'm teachin', professin
Wish you could get it, but parr the course, I've been wastin' my efforts
Sealin' my letter, my open
you've been missing
Boy I can't wait till you come back home
To have you all alone(As days go by)
I'm missing you baby
Patiently waiting
For you
word today
From my girlfriend so far away
Please, Mister Postman, look and see
If there's a letter, a letter for me
I been standing here waiting, Mister
returning home to me
Mister postman look and see
Is there a letter in your bag for me
I been waiting a long long time
Since I heard from that girl
returning home to me
Mister postman look and see
Is there a letter in your bag for me
I been waiting a long long time
Since I heard from that girl
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