| Lyric | Missing Lyric |
| Yo, we at war. | |
| Racism, but most of all, | |
| God show me the way | |
| You know what the mid west is? | |
| Well restless, | |
| The next thieves, | |
| Somebody tell these niggas | |
| I walk through the valley | |
| Top floor the view alone | |
| Uhhhhh! | |
| Uhhhhh! | |
| They be askin us questions | |
| Sayin we eat pieces of s*** | |
| Huhhh? Yall eat pieces of s*** | |
| A trunk full of coke | |
| My mama used to say | |
| Well mama, I know I act a fool | |
| God show me the way | |
| The only thing that I pray | |
| And I dont think theres | |
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| I want to talk to God but I'm afraid | |
| To the hustler, killers, murderers, drug dealers, even the strippers | |
| To the victims of welfare fear we living in hell here, hell yea | |
| Now here ye here ye | |
| I know he hear me when my feet get weary | |
| 'Cuz were the | |
| We rappers as role models | |
| I ain't here to argue about his facial features | |
| I'm just tryin to say the way school need teachers | |
| So here go my single dog | |
| They say you can rap about anything | |
| That means guns, sex, lies, video tapes | |
| Well if this takes away from my spins | |
| Then I hope it takes away from my sins | |
| Next time I'm in the club | |
| God show me the way | |
| The only thing that I pray | |
| And I dont think theres | |
| I want to talk to God | |
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