Up to my eyes And I'm seeing without you, without you We'll start a fire, And burn some bridges And make it out of here tonight We'll start a fire,
talkin shit I'll empty my clip and G-unity gimme a minute to say my grace with God I see your face in the mirror I came a long way to talk and tell you
of 'em with a hit but some are missing of a jerk to the kick 'Cause I be working my bitch Trying to pimp her but she a wild and a tame thang Kick a static
for me, oh, Lord (Pray for me) Every time I look around (Pray for me) Somebody got something to say (Pray for me) (Pray for me) I need y'all to pray for me (Pray for
train. well he was an ugly guy. with an ugly face. So ran in the human race. and even God got sad just looking at him. and at his funeral all his friends
t meant to crack a smile Who cares, I think I'll go to sleep for a while now I'm barely livin' in my skin Depression's my only friend And I don't
With a gun at my waist and for people had no love See, the streets was my home and family and friends were gone Had no one to trust and deep inside,
edge of the sand And you watch it fly A wind blown trash bag does a road side ghost dance In the vast Mojave sky Like a living spirit just for one full
my clip in that G-Unit tee Gimme a minute to say my grace with God I'll see your face in the mirror I came a long way to talk And tell you your Moms
done died a lot of sisters, them mothers, them fathers and aunties, and grandmoms left to cry now he's nothin but a memory, he used to be a friend of
summer stars, patriots do march saint patrick sheds a tear for martyrs who will die red eyes gleam, white lips twitch, the devil draws a smile nearby
one sad note to play supposed to be a funeral, it's been a bad, bad day ooh, supposed to be a funeral, it's been a bad, bad day
of 'em with a hit but some are missin' of a jerk to the kick 'Cause I be working my bitch Tryin' to pimp her but she a wild and a tame thang Kick a static
to see her mean old mama Why ain't there a funeral If you're gonna act that way Gonna be a funeral It's been a bad, bad day Hate to tell you how he
wake Or the funeral We say no to godlessness Hasn't the grace been given Haven't we plugged into God Who's got major wisdom When we pray-yeah We pray for
keep talkin shit I'll empty my clip and G-unity gimme a minute to say my grace with God I see your face in the mirror I came a long way to talk and tell
A somber funeral - cold rain's falling down, when the coffin is thrown into the ground. Around the grave stand the deceased's friends, while drunk priest
