Letras:
John Rich I Pray For You

, when you're gone I miss you so much I do the only thing I can do I pray for you, I pray for you Oh, I pray for you Oh, I light a candle, watch it burn

I ain't leaving rich And leave my kids a grip I let my blood drip off in this thug s**t You can be touched, I catch you slippin' while I'm on a money

and say this with me: ?Father I thank you, for forgiving me, for everything I ever done, for Jesus walking with me, for dying for me, raising for me,

too long, I got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch I pay these n*ggas with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for

I come, I comin' with my gun I'm shootin' in the head police now what I tell you life is too short for it to be like that We gotta be leaders, can't

fluncking high school I know you taught me better, somehow I never learned Said I was playing with fire, somehoe I never burned You tried to set me straight, somehow I never permed You

Stick it in! I read the papers, looking for the news All I see is excuses for irrelevance If you thought no-one was dying then you'd be excused It's

damned if I ain't leaving rich And leave my kids a grip I let my blood drip off in this thug shit You can be touched I catch you slipping while I'm on

by Is this is where he saw her last And there's old John, two dollars in his pocket Talkin' loud and thinks he's rich And look for little fool, too cool