's comin, it won't always be winter I pray to God He forgives me, I'm a sinner That's a little message All the brothers and sisters out there Y'all be
'm leaving you out Oh yes, I'm a tricksta but not a sinner And you may not agree Before you start to criticize Are you talking 'bout you or me? 'Cause I'm your brother
peek then you must be drinking and smokin' Pretending not to lockin' but you're brokin' Let me get you open now Little Timmy got his diploma and, little
the still small voice say Move up a little closer don't hide in shadows Come now and be counted with the children of the Lord Move up a little closer
' ki's My mom's got two jobs, one on her knees And writin' letters to the governor, "Please call off the deeds" My baby mother with another brother with
bring it to ya wit brother F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S Fabolous [Fab:] Preach, Brother preach [Rev.:] Fabolous [Fab:] Preach Brother preach [Rev.:] Preach to 'em Brother
down on me when P put it down for me. I grew up without a Single mother me and my brother watch you from the kitchen (?)Had a little gray pot she used
you hear it I got the lyrics and flow, I'm capable so When I blow, just know this one's for April and Joe Me and my little sister, we're grateful you
still in thugs I trust When in danger never hesitate to keep my fuckin' trap shut My mom dukes got a little bit of thug in her The devil loves sinners
Heavenly Father, hear a nigga down here Before I go to sleep Tell me, who do you believe in? Who do you believe in? I see mothers in black cryin', brothers
died I was her little guy, her brother for a while She was only 17, she ran away I was so sad, oh, come what may I was her little guy, her brother for
the sinner man in his hands He's got the sinner man in his hands he got the whole world in his hands He got the tidle little babies in his hands the little
want to look like her. Fellows want to go out with her. Some little girls even want to take her home. Don't get any idea, little lady. On the other side
peek then you must be drinking and smokin' Pretending not to locin' but you're brokin', let me get you open Now little Timmy got his diploma and little
dance Be civilized and kiss the pretty bride Brothers and sisters, the pain is gone for now Let?s burn our books and find a little peace Sooner or later
love you no more Sinners beside me, saints on the right And if you slow down, you'll be a turkey tonight C'mon let's go a little further, don't be uptight
you gonna do with me? Brother, brother don't you hear them mission bells Calling out all them sinners bound for hell I ain't no stranger been down that road before So brother, brother
dear. My brother preachers, boldly speak And stand on Zion's wall. Confirm the strong, revive the weak, And after sinners call. My little children,