Letras:
Trouble Pray For The Dead

hate you in death How could you leave me here all alone Poor souls wait for the Lord Paying for sins which have not been paid in life Pray for the dead for

you in death how could you leave me here all alone [Chorus] poor souls wait for the Lord paying for sins which have not been paid in life pray for the dead - for

me with my troubled soul Why all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow? And right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer one love to the

a pinch of coke Listen tho' I'm missin dough I gotta gather mo' Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a ni**a sell words for all my young thugs

: Busy talks: Trouble again I nuh know who feels it knows it duh ya see some high grade some hennessy Verse:1 when the weeds smell suh stink and i tink

system I don?t like doctors, lawyers, or politicians I don?t like liars who pull deception and ruin Non Phixion I pray for peace but always stay prepared for

girls load up bicycles with flowers for the dead An aging woman picks along the craters and the rubble A piece of cloth, a bit of shoe, a whole lifetime of trouble

a talk bout more prayer We pray for water mek it wash down bag-a-walla Dem a talk bout more fire, we a talk bout more prayer We this yah tune dat ago

I done found a way out Skin getting clearer and it feel like I lost weight Stop and say a prayer for the times I lost faith Troubles of the world had