I FEEL THE LORDS HAND ON MY HEAD
THE HOLY WORDS IN WHICH THE BIBLE SPEEKS
WITHOUT THE SOUND OF GUNS
ANOTHER WAY TO WHICH SOMEONE IS BORN
THE WINE IN WHICH WE SIP
THE BREAD DESCISED AS FLESH IN WHICH WE EAT
MY EYES GET TEARY AS I BRUSH THEM AWAY AND SEE CLEARLY
AMAZING GRACE IN WHICH WE SING HOLDING EACH OTHERS HANDS
I'VE MADE MISTAKES BUT WHEN IT'S SAID AND DONE
I'LL BE AT THE CEMETARY POURING OUT LIQUIOR FOR MY DEAD HOMIES
MY GHETTO GOSPEL