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Mad House Like A Prayer

, it's like a dream Let the choir sing Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there Just like a muse to me, you are a mystery Just like a dream

like a prayer, your voice can take me there Just like a muse to me, you are a mystery Just like a dream, you are not what you seem Just like a prayer

grew up like --- think every man's worth is in himself glad as well, but im mad as hell because my bestfriend probably gonna die in jail no lie to tell probably cry like hell like

forgiveness, Once I said my prayer, everybody back to business. Smokin on a blunt in my own restaurant, People lookin from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Kunk, Reincarnated, spirit of a

that's a promise. Comin' with the bombs [bombs]. Niggas can't test us. Creep, defeat is on you, (bleed). Rollin' with the niggas that pack the heat and a

catch one in your wig. See the testosterone the toast is right on my lap. So if a nigger get out of line a nigger get clapped. I got a arsenal an infantry

one in your wig You see the Testarossa, the toaster's right on my lap So if a nigga get out of line, a nigga get clapped I got an arsenal, a infantry

the way And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play I'm from New York, New York n****z die for the cheese I air your house out like a can of Fabreeze, at

they treat you like a bitch Survivin' the game Survivin' the game Survivin' the game Survivin' the game I was born with the skills of a black man