​The D.O.C.
My Prayer
[Interlude: The D.O.C.]
Lord please can you bless my momma, take her away pleas
So she sees; her only son that she so loved get off his knees
See I'm so tired, I came so far and all I want is what she needs
This is my prayer, my true confessions of my soul that evil deeds
But it was, perfect intentions though wit' twin brothers just really compet**ions, no
Reason to put my people through these changes
Lives wasted my friends are all strangers
And all along all I could think of was if I could bust
I know it's selfish on my part but still I hold trust
And hold faith, a whole state can help me find the voice I lack
The state is Texas and they'll say D.O.C. is back