Текст песни Prayer - Album Version (Edited) - Rick Ross
Whom
I
shall
fear?
'Cuz
I
have
sinned
The
Lord
is
the
strength
of
my
life
Whom
shall
I
be
afraid?
And
before
I
wrap
up
this
'Port
Of
Miami'
There's
a
lot
of
my
brothers
and
sisters
They
stumble
and
fell
That
wasn't
here
to
watch
this
come
to
parents
Since
I
came,
I'ma
say
a
prayer
This
was
12
years
in
the
makin',
no
side
deals
wit
Satan
I'm
dealin'
wit
the
Maker,
straight
up
A
lot
of
homies
ask
what's
a
prayer?
A
prayer
is
what
kept
me
focused
12
years
A
prayer
is
what
saved
me,
I
should
have
been
indited
Now
my
kids
know
Jay-Z
A
prayer
is
what
kept
me
here
when
them
bullets
cut
the
air
I
fell
and
I
just
said
a
prayer
A
prayer
is
like
medicine
It
will
heal
wounds,
ask
Bush
Veterans
Big
holes
in
a
n
side
Snub
nose,
45,
homeboy,
just
close
your
eyes
Put
your
hands
together,
bow
your
head
1,
keep
me
alive,
2,
keep
me
out
the
Feds
3,
gotta
bless
the
kids,
4,
1 for
the
fam'
5,
for
the
dividends,
dear
Lord,
here
I
am
So
I
repent
my
sins,
forgive
me
1,
the
grapes
on
the
plate,
2,
the
tags
on
their
feet
3,
the
nights
Mama
cried,
4,
I'm
thuggin'
wit
the
fam'
5,
for
the
dividends,
dear
Lord,
here
I
am
I
swear
to
God,
I've
done
some
things
in
the
past
If
I
could,
please
Lord,
I'll
help
you
bring
'em
back
I
feel
pain,
man
'cuz
I
can't
speak
on
it
That's
why
I
get
so
many
songs,
I
can't
sleep
homie
Tattoos
for
forgiveness
I
might
not
get
but
forgive
me
I'm
here
and
I'm
fightin'
like
a
mother
mother
Triple
C
excited
like
a
mother
mother
Say
a
prayer,
put
the
in
the
air
Thank
God
once
again
for
makin'
me
a
millionaire
I
thank
God
for
makin'
me
a
millionaire
Put
your
hands
together,
bow
your
head
1,
keep
me
alive,
2,
keep
me
out
the
Feds
3,
gotta
bless
the
kids,
4,
1 for
the
fam'
5,
for
the
dividends,
dear
Lord,
here
I
am
So
I
repent
my
sins,
forgive
me
1,
the
grapes
on
the
plate,
2,
the
tags
on
their
feet
3,
the
nights
Mama
cried,
4,
I'm
thuggin'
wit
the
fam'
5,
for
the
dividends,
dear
Lord,
here
I
am
I
used
to
get
stacks
off
the
zone
Now
I'm
back
to
back
covers
for
the
ozone
The
magazine,
Billboard
goin'
strong
Rollin'
in
a
Phantom
wit
mother
mother
Rolling
Stones
You
stuck
wit
me
through
thick
and
thin
Sittin'
back,
got
your
mama
sittin'
in
a
Benz
Make
you
damn
near
wanna
cry
Low
'95,
stack
money
like
homicide
Bloodshed
after
midnight
It's
just
me
and
this
tryin'
to
get
right
It's
bloodshed
after
midnight
It's
just
Ross
and
his
kush
tryin'
to
get
right
Put
your
hands
together,
bow
your
head
1,
keep
me
alive,
2,
keep
me
out
the
Feds
3,
gotta
bless
the
kids,
4,
1 for
the
fam'
5,
for
the
dividends,
dear
Lord,
here
I
am
So
I
repent
my
sins,
forgive
me
1,
the
grapes
on
the
plate,
2,
the
tags
on
their
feet
3,
the
nights
Mama
cried,
4,
I'm
thuggin'
wit
the
fam'
5,
for
the
dividends,
dear
Lord,
here
I
am
Ross
1 Intro - Album Version (Edited)
2 Push It - Album Version (Edited)
3 Hustlin' - Album Version (Edited)
4 I'm Bad - Album Version (Edited)
5 For Da Low - Album Version (Edited)
6 Where My Money (I Need That) - Album Version (Edited)
7 Hit U From The Back - Album Version (Edited)
8 White House - Album Version (Edited)
9 Prayer - Album Version (Edited)
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