State your way 'Cause you're going down Get your hands to pray your way out Satellite 'cause your faith ain't home Jingle head your heart's made of stone
Don't blaze on your way home Count your blessings 'Cause you're hazed and don't know Four days on your head made of hair Just before you lay yourself down
In the ground where you came In the place that your sisters made
Put your hands to pray your way out For the lake 'cause it's all that you have
Don't play me for a fool you say Happiness is your hearts contents Count your blessings, all ?? Count your blessings on your way down
