Heads bowed for the curly haired sons of Abraham. Dear father, guide all my brothers away from Sam. If they ever get caught let's hope they shake that jam.
I'm gon' praise Him, praise Him 'til I'm gone. I'm gon' praise Him, praise Him 'til I'm gone. When the praises go up, the blessings come down. When the praises go up, the blessings come down.