I'm fallin to the floor; beggin for the Lord to let me in/to Heaven's door

Don't trust my lady, cause she's a product of this poison/I'm hearin noises, think she fuckin all my boys, can't take no more

I finally understand/for a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man/You always was committed/A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it

Will I survive til the mo'nin, to see the sun/Please Lord forgive me for my sins, cause here I come

Can the 'word' be pinned down to either one period or one church? All churches are, of course, only more or less unsuccessful attempts to represent the unseen …

Give me, give me God's own country! there to live and there to die,

Praying is another way of singing. You plant in the tree the soul of lemons. You plant in the gardens the spirit of roses.