Letras:
The Ink Spots My Prayer

know My prayer and the answer you give May they still be the same For as long as we live That you'll always be there At the end of my prayer My prayer

: [2Pac] Get on yo knees nigga, get on yo knees and pray [radio tuning in] [Ja Rule] Em, you claim ya mother's a crackhead and kim is a known slut

with a stash box In case I ever find myself alone in a tight spot Strip down my frame, repave my lane Insane with my ink pen, Citizen Kane Don't complain

[2Pac] Get on yo knees nigga, get on yo knees and pray [radio tuning in] [Ja Rule] Em, you claim ya mother's a crackhead and kim is a known slut

was a bread roll, soaking in a milk-bowl And when the bread broke, fell in bricks of wet smoke My sleeping heart woke, and my waking heart spoke And

isn't love then why do I thrill? And what makes my head go 'round and 'round While my heart stands still? If I didn't care would it be the same? Would my ev'ry prayer

equipped with a stash box In case I ever find myself alone in a tight spot Strip down my frame, repave my lane Insane with my ink pen, Citizen Kane Don

[2Pac] Get on yo knees nigga, get on yo knees and pray [radio tuning in] [Ja Rule] Em, you claim ya mother's a crackhead and kim is a known slut

equipped with a stash box In case I ever find myself alone in a tight spot Strip down my frame, repave my lane Insane with my ink pen, Citizen Kane Don