Oct 30, 2019

I want to talk to God,

God show me the way because the Devil's tryin' to break me down

The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now


And I don't think there is nothing I can do now to right my wrongs


 but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so long, so long

To the victims of welfare for we living in hell here hell yeah
(Jesus walks for them)


Now hear ye hear ye want to see Thee more clearly


I know He hear me when my feet get weary
Cause we're the almost nearly extinct




But if I talk about God my record won’t get played,


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. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"