| I pray for dem who cut me down who try to make me frown
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| Who push me hard into the water try to make me drown
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| Throwing paint into my face so I looked like a clown
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| And laugh at me behind my back when I head into town.
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| I pray for dem who say mean things and judge me like a fool
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| Who tell their friends and neighbours, all who’ll listen that I’m far from cool
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| Make up stories to hunt me down with lies and other vicious tools
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| Stick the knife into my back weigh me down this tired mule so I know what to do
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| Pray for them I pray for them
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| I want to dig them out the dirt like a precious gem
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| Pray for them, I pray for them
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| So I forgive the ones who throw cold water onto flames
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| Trying to put out the fire and then pass the blame
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| Speak ill of all others who’ve been allies to this dame
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| I believed them for a while but now I feel so ashamed
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| I was blind to wicked ways, hatred they used against good friends
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| Swaying my desires to seek what they wanted
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| See me fall down and live like I’ve been haunted
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| Pray for them I pray for them
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| I want to dig them out the dirt like a precious gem
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| Pray for them, I pray for them |