Don't Let Me Die Lyrics - Unfinished Business - Jay-z

Dear God, bring our POW's home 

And bring our brothers on lock down, home, Amen 

Geah, he's a nigga from the back block 

On everybody laptop who used to slang crack rock 

HOV' and this nigga from the Chi' 

Who hold a note like the guy who said the British is comin' 

My nigga Kels, oh yeah, the niggaz is comin' 

Get out your good dishes or somethin' like it's Thanksgiving, nigga 

It's HOV' and none other than the R 

And without further adieu, like Freddie get ready it's 

Whatever happen, Lord, don't send me back 

And whenever I did wrong it was Your name I cried 

I heard You forgave over and over again 

But when I found that out I became immune to my sins 

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Lay wide awake in the middle of my sleep 

I see dead people and sometimes it's me, Lord 

I never wanted to be a Thugfather 

I only wanted to be a son of a father 

That's how it sounds, it's sad 

Worse than the war in Iraq when it's me against I 

I gave up the weed and somehow I'm still high 

Three years, still seein' the weed in my eyes, Lord 

Sometimes I don't know what You want from me 

But I do know You know what I want from You 

Give it to me c'mon, take away this Hennessey 

Take away me runnin' the street 

Stop people from hatin' me 

Take away all of this jealousy and prejudicy 

Thought You said, it was a better place 

I grew up around pimps, hustlers hoes and project gangsters 

Hard to believe in what I can't see 

I gotta get this money and feed my family 

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Whatever guillotine guides my life 

Dear Lord, don't let me die tonight 

But if I shall before I wake what shall I say? 

It's been a good run from hoodlum to Island estates 

How could one, make such foul mistakes 

Still be allowed to have a smile on my face? 

Hell, whatever the case, I'm glad it wasn't murder 

In a town you never hearda from a nickel-plated burner 

Now my life's straight like a perm 

Try to take the spot I earned, muh'fucker better learn 

It's Hov, he's a nigga from the back block 

On everybody laptop who used to slang crack rock 

Kel and this nigga from the Chi' 

Who hold a note like the guy who said the British is comin' 

Hov, oh yeah, the niggaz is comin' 

Get out your good dishes or somethin' like it's Thanksgiving, niggas 

Kel and none other than the R 

And without further adieu, like Freddie get ready it's 

Hey boy, hear me out, got a few mo' things to say 

These niggaz be chasin' me like everyday 

C'mere, no, my life on crutches, devils say 

I'll never walk again but the Devil is a liar 'cause I believe within 

You're the reason that I'm still here 

Even though I don't act like it 

Even though I hear my calling and fight it 

Fools do me so wrong, it's hard to stay righteous 

Pimping was a mountain to heaven, I'd hike it 

Believe me, Lord, I want You 

Got money and fame and still it just won't do 

Sometimes I don't like who I am 

When I look in the mirror, my reflection is Uncle Sam 

And every night I have these weird dreams 

That a creature's right beside me, wake up and can't breathe 

I feel like it's twenty of me 

Goin' twenty different directions on a one-way street, Lord 

I got houses, money and cars and that 

Everything single superstar, I got the whole music industry sewed 

But it still don't matter when I'm gone and my casket closed, go 

Whatever guillotine guides my life 

Dear Lord, don't let me die tonight 

But if I shall before I wake I'd accept my fate 

I did what I did my heart was in the right place 

I did so I could live to put food on my plate 

You musta love me not to let it end by 3 that day 

Well, whatever the case, I'm glad it wasn't murder 

In a town you never hearda from a nickel-plated burner 

I guess I'm not finished with my journey 

Please forgive me for my sins 

Shit, I'm still trying to learn, meet Hov 

He's a nigga from the back block 

On everybody laptop who used to slang crack rock 

Kel and this nigga from the Chi' 

Who hold a note like the guy who said the British is comin' 

Hov, oh yeah, the niggaz is comin' 

Get out your good dishes or somethin' like it's Thanksgiving, niggas 

Kel and none other than the R 

And without further adieu, like Freddie get ready it's 

[Incomprehensible] 

Wrap your arms around us God 

Let there be peace and no more war 

And bring our soldiers home, let us pray 

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