Have We Forgotten - Darryl Worley

We have not forgotten all you've done Counting all blessing one by one Your love cannot codemn Instead you said you're only son Keeping us from danger everyday So we take this time to give you praise We lift our voice to you because Above you there's no one Thank you we thank you Thank you oh lord For all you've done for us We never will forget And we take this time to say thank And we love and we lift and we praise you There is no one like you For all the wonderous things you've done Now for all your giveness we will sing All our gifts and talents now we bring You blessed us and you kept us And we owe you everything And yes we will remember everyday How you heard us when we pray You constantly watched over us My friends and family Thank you we thank you Thank you oh lord For all you've done for us We never will forget And we take this time to say thank And we love and we lift and we praise you There is no one like you For all the wonderous things you've done for us We will remember and we say thank you There is nothing more we can say Cause you've been so good Lord we wanna give you praise Thank you for all you have done Sending us your son We was just wanna say thank you You've been there for us Lord yes you have You held my hand

What do you desire? Woah, woah, woah Bitch, haha Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, yeah You taking my soul and I know you feel like this won't last I'm on my last line, I feel like I'm sippin' it too fast They think that they know, but they tryna figure out what we have I'm still mixing drugs and I know it's not good for my health Stop actin' like you know what's in my cup Don't worry 'bout it, I'm tryna 'fess my love Fuck the rest, it's just us If I score on a pint of Act', I'm puttin' it up If a nigga try take that, then it's up and it's stuck I'm puttin' him up Booty softer than the pillows in a Maybach I ain't tryna turn up baby, I'm laid back Sippin' Hi-Tec, I'm relaxed This feels so good, you gon' make me relapse I bought you Dior, you don't know how to act You got my back, and that's that In the S Class, I'm tryna drop the top You look better than a pint of Wock' Let me stop, I'm just playin' We gon' be good, just stick to the plan Tryna grow up, tryna be a man, buy some land R.I.P. Gran When she left me, I was so hurt man I was tryna hold the tears back but I can't Free my mans out the can I love you, I'ma love you 'til the end But my trust fucked up, it's hard to let you in You taking my soul and I know you feel like this won't last I'm on my last line, I feel like I'm sippin' it too fast They think that they know, but they tryna figure out what we have I'm still mixing drugs and I know it's not good for my health Oh no, oh, woah Woah-woah, woah Go, go-go, ha Ha, ha-ha, yeah Woah, woah-woah, go Woah, go-go, yeah Ha, ha-ha, yeah Go, ha-ha, yeah (Bitch, haha) Taking my soul and I know you feel like this won't last, yeah Still mixing drugs and I know it's not good for my health

A mist halos the meadow and a soft wind Breathes a whisper through the trees As i lean against a hickory I close my eyes and I can almost see The ghostly forms of blue and gray And I can almost hear the cannons blast Standin' in the prescence of the past The first few waves came cheerin' Fear and hatred runnin' through their blood When the day was finally over Those left wadin' through a crimson flood To think I could be right here In the spot where some young soldier breathed his last Standin' in the prescence of the past Brother fightin' brother Father fightin' son By the time the sun was settin' Looked like the South had won Now my mouth's as dry as cotton And my heart is beatin' fast Standin' in the prescence of the past Sunrise caught the rebels sleepin' and they woke To hear a Yankee bugle blow Bullets flew like angry hornets Till the peach tree blossoms drifted down like snow It must have been like hell on earth What happened here is more than we can grasp Standin' in the prescence of the past Brother fightin' brother Father fightin' son By the time the smoke had lifted They knew the North had won Lord my soul feels empty As my tears fall on this grass Standin' in the prescence of the past Brother killin' brother Father slayin' son From the looks of this old graveyard Hell nobody really won Somethin's changed inside me It sure can happen fast Standin' in the prescence of the past A mist halos the meadow and a soft wind Breathes a whisper through the trees