Jay-z Don`t Let Me Die Lyrics

Don`t Let Me Die Lyrics

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



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



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



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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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