a song about the youth of the nation...

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a song about the youth of the nation...

Postby lobo on Wed Aug 08, 2007 2:04 pm

(another combination of songs - Do you know them?)

Father, hear my prayer
I need the perfect words
Words that he will hear
And know they're straight from You
I don't know what to say
I only know it hurts
To see my only friend slowly fade away

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they've been spending most their lives
Living in the devil's Paradise
they've been spending most their lives
Living in the devil's Paradise
we keep spending most our lives
Living in the devil's Paradise
we keep spending most our lives
Living in the devil's Paradise

They say I got to learn, but nobody's here to teach me
If they can't understand it, how can they reach me?
I guess they can't -- I guess they won't
I guess they frontin that's why I know my life is out of luck, fool

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's nothing left
Cause I've been blastin and laughing so long that
Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone

Death ain't nothing but a heart beat away
I'm livin life do-or-die ah, what can I say?
I'm twenty-three now will I live to see twenty-four?
The way things are goin I don't know

God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose

Guess that's the way that the story goes, will it ever make sense
somebody's gotta know,
there's gotta be more to life than this,
there's got to be more to everything I thought exists

Now I lay me down to sleep, eyes tight when I pray
This here is real life, circumstances make you think
Should I be counting my blessings, the next second my eyes blink

Here in the Southtown you know that kid don't play
Put it down it the streets, will I see another day
If I make it back this time, gots to hold what is mine
And thank God that I made it alive

I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive

Hey I, oh, I'm still alive
Oh, but do I deserve to be?
Is that the question?
And if so...if so...who answers...who answers...

Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth
Would care to know my name
Would care to feel my hurt
Who am I, that the Bright and Morning Star
Would choose to light the way
For my ever wandering heart

I hear You call my name.
And like a father You are near
And as I listen I can hear You say

You are a child of Mine
Born of My own design
And you bear the heart of life.
No matter where you go,
Oh, you will always know
You have been made free in Christ.
You are a child of Mine

I am free to run
I am free to dance
I am free to live for You
I am free
Yes, I am free
Look! An old man pulling a box of junk...
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