I walk these streets where my soulless feet Haunt the ground where it was I once tread On Grafton's Arcade pours the rich commerce rain Though the voices
Ohhh, ohh, oh, oh, oooooh (Dear God, bring our P.O.W.'s home) Ohhh, ohh, oh, oh, oooooh (And bring our brothers on lockdown, home - amen) [R. Kelly]
Picking for the wait staff again, baring my soul up on stage Where my guitar's my only friend Slurring the words to a hit song from a bottle that never
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
Dear God, bring our P.O.W.s home An' bring our brothers on the lockdown home Amen Jeah, it's the nigga from the back blocked On everybody laptop, sling
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