| Yeah though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
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| I will fear no evil
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| my god wit me, is that right
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| and I stall they come for me Ugh
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| Now I lay me down to sleep
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| but before I do god we need to speak
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| seem like weeks since we last talk
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| and although you know my thoughts
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| I still need to see it so we can chit so we can chat bout this and that
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| cause when we don’t talk I feel deprived
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| lost on the out and the inside
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| hide I can’t no not for you
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| cuz you know everything that I do the ups the downs the way I live
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| but all my sims you seem to forgive
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| no whatever what it is that I do you stay true you come through
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| a friend when there wasn’t a friend to be found
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| and when they lay me down in the ground
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| I pray that you accept my soul
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| regardless of all the dope that I sold
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| regardless of all the stuff that I stole
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| regardless of all the lies that I told
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| and all the stuff that I used to do before I really got to know you
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| though sometime I talk the talk
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| and though sometime I walk the walk
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| lord please understand
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| that I am only a man
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| doing everything I can to be strong
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| just try my best to hold on had my gold on in the club tonight
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| and on my way home I almost got jacked
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| I buck he shot but ain’t no way
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| he shoulda missed me two feet away
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| unless of course you pardoned me and had your angels guardin me and all I can do is thank you sir
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| but it’s so much more I can thank you for
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| like when I was at the peak of my fame
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| but ain’t have a dime to my name
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| you still gave me a place to rest
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| now one of my cars got reposessed
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| oh yes your blessing is evident
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| so the least I could do is represent
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| tell these kids theres a better way
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| then robbing stealing killing and dope dealing
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| been there done that yes I have
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| god bless those who still on the ave.
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| forgive em for all the things that they did
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| in pursuit of feedin they kids
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| god because it ain’t our fault
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| this ghetto always been taught
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| but it’s our fault if we don’t learn
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| cuz if we don’t learn then we gonna burn
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| and I put up with the mugging now
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| but I can’t deal with no fire
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| so hell ain’t the place for me or anywhere else without some ac and I may be so outta line
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| to pray my prayer to you in a rhyme
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| disrespect I do not mean
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| I just put it in a rap cuz I do not sing
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| some gonna call me a hypocrite
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| cuz I deal a record like this
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| but this song here ain’t for the flo
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| I ain’t even do it for the radio
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| I did this to diss our feel
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| and what I feel is so real
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| put that on everything that I love
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| one god, one judge
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| one god, one judge
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| one god, one judge
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| one god, one judge
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| one god, one judge
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| god I don’t mean to tie up your phones
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| I know the line to talk to you is long
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| millions of calls on your switchboard
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| and theres only one of you lord
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| so Ima bring this to an end
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| please bless my family and friends
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| bless that young unguided child
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| that just got sent to the juvenile
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| bless my dogs on the avenue
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| thats out there doing what they got to do help them to see money nor gold
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| and worth from losing they soul
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| my dogs on paroll bless them too
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| one time for the boys in the county blue
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| bless all the mothers come to you crying
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| wondering why they babies keep dying
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| help us keep trying help us to teach
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| and tell these preachers that they need to preach
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| unfaithful not to be fake to teach
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| playa hatas it’s wrong to hate
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| god is late so Im bout to go we’ll talk again tommorrow
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| I asked it all in the name of your son
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| Amen, I’m don |