know My prayer and the answer you give May they still be the same For as long as we live That you'll always be there At the end of my prayer My prayer
Traduzione: The Ink Spots. My Prayer.
[2Pac] Get on yo knees nigga, get on yo knees and pray [radio tuning in] [Ja Rule] Em, you claim ya mother's a crackhead and kim is a known slut
Prayed for your poor soul Sky was a bread roll, soaking in a milk-bowl And when the bread broke, fell in bricks of wet smoke My sleeping heart woke, and
in a project hall next to a fiend smacked out Plus my pops wasn't around and my moms was cracked out OG's in my air trying to better my routes Put me
equipped with a stash box In case I ever find myself alone in a tight spot Strip down my frame, repave my lane Insane with my ink pen, Citizen Kane Don
with a stash box In case I ever find myself alone in a tight spot Strip down my frame, repave my lane Insane with my ink pen, Citizen Kane Don't complain
DV9 equipped with a stash box In case I ever find myself alone in a tight spot Strip down my frame, repave my lane Insane with my ink pen, Citizen Kane
was a bread roll, soaking in a milk-bowl And when the bread broke, fell in bricks of wet smoke My sleeping heart woke, and my waking heart spoke And
isn't love then why do I thrill? And what makes my head go 'round and 'round While my heart stands still? If I didn't care would it be the same? Would my ev'ry prayer
