Stcky fingers,
Money banger's
Proud to be your
Home grown seller.

Daddy call's,
Mommy fall's,
There wasn't anyway
He could get her.

Doctor lies,
Mommy dies,
There ain't no funeral
March today, well that
Don't matter.

[Chorus:]
Oooooh, what are we doin?
Holdin' hand's, kissin' friends,
On our knee's, bound by Jeez,
Prayin' in the street's!

Binge drinker,
Powder sniffer,
Brother's beggin' you
For some more.

Got an itch,
Just a bitch,
Brother can't stop no more.

Coffin' bein'
Made for sleepin'
Brother won't wake no more.

[Chorus:]
Oooooh, what are we doin'?
Holdin hand's, kissin friend's,
On our knees, bound by Jeez,
Prayin' in the street's!

Cracker,
Snacker,
Sister has constant chill's.

Weaker,
Sleeper,
Sister woke with a
Mouthful of pill's.

Swallowed down,
Cold as bone,
Sister won't cry no more tear's.

[Chorus:]
Ooooh, what are we doin'?
Holdin' hand's, kissin' friend's,
On our knee's, bound by Jeez,
Prayin' in the street's!
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Prayin' In The Streets Lyrics

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