Falling Calling

(clarke / sylvester)

Didn't believe in the bible

Didn't believe the good book

Lord, lord please help me, help me take a look

These chains that i'm wearing really ain't my style

Lord, lord please help me, help me think awhile

I know that i did something wrong

I got into bad ways

Well the judge, yes he put me down, for five thousand days



Falling, falling, falling over you

Calling, calling, i don't know what to do

Falling, falling, falling over you

Calling, calling, i don't know what to do



The cell i am in is only six feet wide

And six feet to the roof

There's a window that's strung with only three bars

Singing me the truth

Fifty and seventy don't seem right

Seventy ain't my age

When i leave this place with a new face

It's to turn another a new page



Falling, falling, falling over you

Calling, calling, i don't know what to do

Falling, falling, falling over you

Calling, calling, i don't know what to do



Didn't believe in the bible

Didn't believe the good book

Well now lord, lord please help me, help me take a look

These chains that i'm wearing well they really ain't my style

Well now lord, lord please help me, help me think awhile



Falling, falling, falling over you

Calling, calling, i don't know what to do

Falling, falling, falling over you

Calling, calling, i don't know what to do


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