| Today ya’ll
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| We gonna use the subject matter
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| We runnin' outta time
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| (Let me say this one more time)
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| I think we runnin outta time
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| Cause the days are dark
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| A world of sin is what we’re livin in
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| Temptation outweighs preservation
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| Existence brings vegetation
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| Do you know… what I’m sayin
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| Our conversation is mutilation
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| Supplication is rigorous penetration
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| Any trace of insubordination
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| I cast deep… damnation!
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| Father absolve my dark thoughts
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| My shortcomings, my downfalls, the weed-smokin
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| After all, I had faith thru it all
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| Thou shall not, cause I have not
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| And I haven’t got, cause I ask not
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| And all that, I have not
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| I’m truly thankful for what I have got
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| The long roads got so hard
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| The straight and narrow
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| I walked alone
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| I’m down on bended knee
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| Prayin' for strength to carry on
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| The journey here was so tedious
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| I get weak…"Help me Jesus!"
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| Take refuge to my dark life
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| Forgive me of the Ladykiller
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| Just another day, another doll
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| (Just another day)
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| Just another day, another doll
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| (Just another day)
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| Just another day, another doll
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| (Just another day another dollar)
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| (Repeat Chorus)
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| (Unintelligable)
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| I need to testify
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| Now I was born in the ghetto
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| Just off in the country roads
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| Down the street from the bar-b-q pit ah!
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| Right behind the liquor store
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| Well I got in a world of trouble one fine night
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| Comin down that Mississippi line
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| Just a good ole' Kentucky boy
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| In the right place at the wrong damn time
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| They put my… my hands in shackles 'round my ankles
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| Broke my back and damn near hanged me
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| By the time they let me outta there I was a
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| Stranger to my own damn family
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| Tryin to hold it down on my homeys
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| Like they don’t know me now and my whole ??? |
| family
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| Wanted to kill somebody, hell I didn’t care
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| She was just a little old lady
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| Cause that day ???
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| About to drown
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| Comin way down
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| But now I believe, he turned me around
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| He put my feet on solid ground
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| And now I’m here to serve a purpose
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| The Good Book… I read the verses
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| The windows open, the words are perfect
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| I’m just a servant, can I get an Amen!
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| (Repeat Chorus) |