Momma Praying - Underboss & J-Dawg

I've walked through hell, and I've battled the storms I know too well how, it feels when you fall I'm on this road, and I won't' lose my faith Pack it up, pack it up 'Cause I'm on my way For so long... I've been praying, for a brighter day I've been praying, trying to find my way 'Cause time moves on and seasons change Nothing ever stays the same Praying, I keep praying I keep praying I keep praying I've over due, just a little bit of luck I get the taste, but it's never enough I'm on this road And I won't lose my faith, Pack it up, pack it up 'Cause I'm on my way For so long... I've been praying for a brighter day I've been praying trying to find my way Time moves on and seasons change Nothing ever stays the same Praying, I keep praying On my own, I search high and low Till I find what I've been lloking for I'm in my deep end And I won't be beaten till I find what I've been praying for I've been praying, for a brighter day I've been praying, trying to find my way Time moves on and seasons change Nothing ever stays the same Praying, I keep praying

You put me on just like a veil in the dark Like you were playing hide and seek with yourself Fascinated by the thought of living And all that of which you'd been withheld I was a changer but you left your little mark You painted secrets on the inside of my eyelids Crying tears of red with no remorse I'm the only one who sees your violence This was an open heart you shut the door on your way out Picking petals off of roses in my shrine of doubt Walking down the aisle of shame A broken bride with nothing to give Dressed in black, a lonesome dame Praying to be able to forgive I won't remind you of the pretty little things, the glow Of purple kisses in the light under your pillow Here I was trying to find a royal blue But it seems that you've settled for just any hue This was an open heart you shut the door on your way out Picking petals off of roses in my shrine of doubt Walking down the aisle of shame A broken bride with nothing to give Dressed in black, a lonesome dame Praying to be able to forgive This was an open heart you shut the door on your way out Picking petals off of roses in my shrine of doubt Walking down the aisle of shame A broken bride with nothing to give Dressed in black, a lonesome dame Praying to be able to forgive

You got your left hand You got your right hand You got your left hand You got your right hand While the left hand diddling While the right hand goes to work I said the left hand diddling now While the right hand go to work You got both hands You got both hands You got praying hands You got praying hands They pray for no man They pray for no man Okay relax, and assume the position Go into doggie submission Wash your hands three times a day Always do what your mom and dad say Brush your teeth in the following way Wash your hands three times a day You got your left hand You got your right hand You got your left hand You got your right hand While the left hand diddling While the right hand goes to work I said the left hand diddling, oh While the right hand go to work You got both hands You got both hands You got praying hands You got praying hands They pray for no man They pray for no man Roll over, play dead Get spiritual minded Okay relax, and assume the position Go into doggie submission Wash your hands three times a day Always do what your mom and dad say Brush your teeth in the following way Wash your hands three times a day