(Dr. Richard Peddicord). My mama told me when I was born. She said the city is gonna be your soil. Raise all eight children. Work all your life. Pray you don't die by some stranger's knife..
We thirst for You, we search for You. In a dry and barren land we're longing for Your hand. To guide us to a place where You can cleanse us with Your rain.
Cindy, I don't want to catch you in his car. Cindy, you don't have to play with me no more. . All the boys are telling stories about you. I don't want to hear no stories about you.
I'm comin' home, I'm not bound anymore. On the brink of nothin', I'm just startin' somethin'. . I am dog boy, overwhelmed, unemployed. An arsenal of outbursts but I'm just sayin' it first.