Sweet Misery - I wanna Talk to God flac album

Album The South Got Something to Say. Talk to Me Before I Die Lyrics.

Jesus walk with me) I wanna talk to God but I'm afraid 'cause we ain't spoke in so long So long, so long (Jesus walk with me). To the hustlers, killers, murderers, drug dealers, even the scrippers (Jesus walks for them) To the victims of welfare feel we livin' in Hell here, hell yeah (Jesus walks for them) Now, hear ye, hear ye, want to see Thee more clearly I know He hear me when my feet get weary 'Cause we're the almost nearly extinct We rappers  . There’s only one real Jesus Walks. And that album that has Jesus Walks on it deserves 6’s because it started the other ones. It was the beginning of the other ones just like how Blueprint was the beginning.

Sweet Misery may refer to: Sweet Misery, 1988 novel by Charlotte Hughes. Sweet Misery, essay in the 2002 Songbook by Nick Hornby. Sweet Misery", 2005 episode of the sitcom Life with Derek. Sweet Misery (Dylan Kight EP), 2006. Sweet Misery, 2008 album by The Blackwater Fever. Sweet Misery", by Jimmy Dean on the 1967 country album The Jimmy Dean Show. Sweet Misery", by Ferlin Husky on the 1971 country album One More Time. Sweet Misery", by Hoyt Axton on the 1973 country folk album Less Than the Song.

Chorus: Really wanna talk to you Gonna let my heart be true Remembering what you have said: Can't put out and not take back. Aching for the good times, freedom I choose Fighting all my feelings, thought I won't lose. Can I be forgiven, the pain is too great I'm begging you to listen, I hope it's not too late. I've come to realize You've got me mesmerized You almost wrecked my life But God was on my side. Hate to see you hurt inside Help me fight it by my side Sweet words, won't do no good. Had my fun Now it's too late to run I have lied Knowing it ain't just right.

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Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life. If I'm a pagan of the good times My lover's the sunlight To keep the Goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice. Drain the whole sea Get something shiny Something meaty for the main course That's a fine-looking high horse What you got in the stable? We've a lot of starving faithful That looks tasty That looks plenty This is hungry work