Broken

Broken people

Walking around

She's been working

Trying to feed that baby's mouth

Hallelujah

She's at the church house every Sunday morning

People talking talking trying to tell her something real

But ain't no talk going to pay the bills

Whoa whoa ain't it something

Whoa whoa ain't it true

Been having trouble sleeping

'Bout a thousand worries creeping

The biggest one I got

I got I got is you

Do you go to bed hungry

Tell me do you

Murder

There's more than one way to murder

He's a dealer yeah

Selling death on the corner

Retribution

Don't exist south of angels

People talking talking trying to tell him something real

But too much talking just might get you killed

Whoa whoa ain't it something

Whoa whoa ain't it true

Been having trouble sleeping

'Bout a thousand worries creeping

The biggest one I got

I got I got is you

Whoa whoa ain't it something

Whoa whoa ain't it true

Been having trouble sleeping

'Bout a thousand worries creeping

Biggest one I got

I got I got is you

Do you go to bed hungry

Tell me do you