| As I wake up in the mornin', stretch my arms wide
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| Before I even yawn or wipe the cold out my eyes
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| I say Al Humdulillah, givin' praise to my God
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| Allowin' me another day, blessin' me to rise
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| Know at any given moment, it could be my demise
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| 'Cause you only get a minute to pray
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| (And a second to die)
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| And realizing that I’ve come to terms with that
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| One day I’m gon' burn for all my heinous acts
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| I know a sincere prayer can only change my fate
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| So I drop, prostrate and pray it ain’t too late
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| For me to ask for forgiveness and increase my faith
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| And guide me on the path that’s straight
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| And never lead me astray
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| 'Cause I know I can’t walk this alone
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| I’m in fear of that fork in the road
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| The devil there, waitin' to claim my soul
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| So I pray that You, hold my hand
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| As I follow your footprints in the sand
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| Now I know I done did some wrong
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| And I ain’t been to talk to you in so, so long
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| So I’ma hit my knees and extend my palms
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| And send this up to you and hope you hear this
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| I’ll be prayin'
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| (Prayin')
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| I’ll be prayin'
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| (Prayin')
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| I’ll be prayin'
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| (Yeah)
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| I’ll be prayin'
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| (Ayee yeah)
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| I often find myself stuck, just starin' in space
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| Feel like hours at a time, my mind driftin' away
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| Can’t quite collect my thoughts or put 'em in place
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| And I grab a glimpse of my momma with a head full of grays
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| I know they shouldn' be there
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| (Nah)
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| Not for her age
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| And then I think of how I stressed her and shortened her days
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| Her long sleepless nights, not knowing if I was safe
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| Or was my name on the list of the reaper that day
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| I sink deeper as I feel a tear creep down my face
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| I wipe it away, now my thoughts on life in the grave
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| I know on that day that three things gon' go wit ya
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| Ya family, ya wealth and ya deeds but two gon' leave
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| And when that last person leave that site
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| The grave gon' squeeze so tight
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| Ya ribs gon' overlap till every bone crack
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| I drop my head in despair, imagine going through that
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| I smell fire then I notice the hole in my pants
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| I drop my cigarette butt and brush off my ash
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| I’m still stuck but I notice a car pass
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| I hear the driver cussin' me out over his horn blast
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| Damn, this can’t be right, let me snap back to life
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| How long I been stuck, day dreaming at this light?
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| Wondering if that’s a sign of how I’m moving through life
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| A reckless abandon, a accident, just waitin' to happen
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| Now I know I done did some wrong
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| And I ain’t been to talk to you in so, so long
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| So I’ma hit my knees and extend my palms
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| And send this up to you and hope you hear this
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| I’ll be prayin'
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| (Prayin')
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| I’ll be prayin'
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| (Prayin')
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| I’ll be prayin'
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| (Yeah)
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| I’ll be prayin'
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| (Ayee yeah) |