This is a song about "Prayer to the lord"

He the rebel, i'm the daughter waitin' for you

So we just pray to the lord, that we could stay true

Alas, thou hath best make way for the lord to cometh through

And i'd like to serenade you for every day you

I,the first layer of self esteem. and there ain't no prayer to make it clean.

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Look, just remember how that winning taste

On the lord to visit the city of the saint

I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Cause they right down the street

Lookin' at the sky,i prayed to god. hookin' at ma mind, keep seeking lord.

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

So we just pray to the lord, that we could stay true