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Don't Let Me Die Lyrics

Don't Let Me Die by Jay-Z & R. Kelly  

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Don't Let Me Die Dear God, bring our P.O.W.'s home
And bring our brothers on lock down home, Amen

Whoa oh oh, ya ya yah
Whoa oh oh, ya ya ya ya

Geah, he's a nigga from the back block
On everybody laptop who slang crack rock
And this nigga from the Chi'
Who hold a note like the guy who said the British is comin'

My nigga Kels, oh yeah the niggaz is comin'
Get out your good dishes or somethin' like it's Thanksgiving nigga
It's Hov and none other than the R
And without further adieu, like Freddie get ready it's

Whatever happen Lord, don't send me back
And whenever I did wrong it was your name I cried
I heard you forgave over and over again
But when I found that out I became immune to my sins

Lay wide awake in the middle of my sleep
I see dead people and sometimes it's me Lord
I never wanted to be a Thugfather
I only wanted to be a son of a father

That's how it sounds, it's sad
Worse than the war in Iraq when it's me against I
I gave up the weed and somehow I'm still high
Three years, still seein' the weed through these eyes, Lord

Sometimes I don't know what you want from me
But I do know you know what I want from you
Give it to me, c'mon, take away this Hennessey
Take away me runnin' the street, stop people from hatin' me

Take away all of this jealousy and prejudicy
Thought you said it was a better place
I grew up around pimps, hustlers hoes and project gangsters
Hard to believe in what I can't see
I gotta get this money and feed my family

Whatever guillotine guides my life
Dear Lord, don't let me die tonight
But if I shall before I wake what shall I say?
It's been a good run from hoodlum to Island estates

How could one, make such foul mistakes
And still be allowed to have a smile on my face?
Hell, whatever the case, I'm glad it wasn't murder
In a town you never hearda from a nickel-plated burner

Now my life's straight like a perm
Try to take the spot I earned muh'fucker better learn
Geah, it's Hov

He's a nigga from the back block
On everybody laptop who slang crack rock
And this nigga from the Chi'
Who hold a note like the guy who said the British is comin'

Oh yeah the niggaz is comin'
Get out your good dishes or somethin' like it's Thanksgiving niggaz
And none other than the R
And without further adieu, like Freddie get ready it's

Hey boy hear me out, got a few mo' things to say
These niggaz be chasin' me like everyday
C'mere, no, my life on crutches, devil say
I'll never walk again but the devil is a liar

'Cause I believe within, you're the reason that I'm still here
Even though I don't act like it
Even though I hear my calling and fight it
Fools do me so wrong, it's hard to stay righteous

If pimpin' was a mountain to Heaven, I'd hike it
Believe me Lord, I want you
Got money and fame, and still it just won't do
Sometimes I don't like who I am
When I look in the mirror my reflection is Uncle Sam

And every night I have these weird dreams
That a creature's right beside me, wake up and can't breathe
I feel like it's twenty of me
Goin' twenty different directions on a one-way street, Lord

I got houses, money and cars and that
Everything single superstar
I, got the whole music industry sewed
But it still don't matter, when I'm gone and my casket closed, go!

Whatever guillotine guides my life
Dear Lord, don't let me die tonight
But if I shall before I wake I'd accept my fate
I did what I did my heart was in the right place

I did so I could live to put food on my plate
You musta loved me not to let it end by 3 that day
Well, whatever the case, I'm glad it wasn't murder
In a town you never hearda from a nickel-plated burner

I guess I'm not finished with my journey
Please forgive me for my sins
Shit I'm still trying to learn, meet Hov

He's a nigga from the back block
On everybody laptop who used to slang crack rock
And this nigga from the Chi'
Who hold a note like the guy who said the British is comin'

Oh yeah the niggaz is comin'
Get out your good dishes or somethin' like it's Thanksgiving niggaz
And none other than the R
And without further adieu, like Freddie get ready it's

Wrap your arms around us God
Let there be peace and no more war
And bring our soldiers home, let us pray

Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
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