Tekst:
Little Brother Sinners

won't get me to the promised land And for eternal life my chances ain't promising But I'm gonna find a way to shake these sinner heathens And take these

won't get me to the promised land And for eternal life my chances ain't promising But I'm gonna find a way to shake these sinner heathens And take these

was still standin' but his home was gone Brother you would not believe What you can see from your knees Right then and there in an old sinner's prayer

brother In time (in time) In time my brother In time (in time) In time my brother In time (in time) I said In time my brother In time In time my brother

breeze, niggas bubblin keys. My moms got two jobs, one on her knees And writin' letters to the governor- Please call off the deeds! My baby mother wit' another brother

down on me when P put it down for me. I grew up without a Single mother me and my brother watch you from the kitchen (?)Had a little gray pot she used

the sinner man in his hands He's got the sinner man in his hands He got the whole world in his hands He got the tidle little babies in his hands The little

peek then you must be drinking and smokin Pretending not to loc'in but you're broken, let me get you open Now little Timmy got his diploma and little

ain't I?m a full time sinner, part time saint And I ain?t afraid of fear if it makes me a better man God knows who I am I?m a husband, a brother, a father