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It ’s me o ’Lord,Standing in the need of prayer
Not my father,not my mother,Not my brother,Lord !!
Standing in the need of prayer,Not sister Jane,brother Brown
Peter,Paul or John,Standing in the need of prayer
It ’s me o ’Lord,Standing in the need of prayer
Every dance on Frontline I had to go
Girls galore,we couldn ’t want more
Badness run the town,Rude boy control
Every gun drop on the land,we burst it done
And all of our enemy had to gallup and run
I was a lyer,rubber,a murderer and a thief
The worst Hotstepper in the land you see
Watch me now on death row!!
Capital punisment drop like a hammer blow
It ’s me o ’Lord,Standing in the need of prayer
Not my father,not my mother,Not my brother,Lord !!
Standing in the need of prayer,Not sister Jane,brother Brown
Peter,Paul or John,Standing in the need of prayer
It ’s me o ’Lord,Standing in the need of prayer
Watch me now on death row
Capital punisment drop like a hammer blow
And time is moving so slow
Sweet Jamaica,land of wood and water
All over the world I hear the praise
They say it ’s a paradise,but
Ghetto youth feel heat and it ’s not nice
For the crumbs we have to fuss and fight
Not my father,not my mother,Not my brother,Lord !!
Standing in the need of prayer,Not sister Jane,brother Brown
Peter,Paul or John,Standing in the need of prayer
It ’s me o ’Lord,Standing in the need of prayer
Every dance on Frontline I had to go
Girls galore,we couldn ’t want more
Badness run the town,Rude boy control
Every gun drop on the land,we burst it done
And all of our enemy had to gallup and run
I was a lyer,rubber,a murderer and a thief
The worst Hotstepper in the land you see
Watch me now on death row!!
Capital punisment drop like a hammer blow
It ’s me o ’Lord,Standing in the need of prayer
Not my father,not my mother,Not my brother,Lord !!
Standing in the need of prayer,Not sister Jane,brother Brown
Peter,Paul or John,Standing in the need of prayer
It ’s me o ’Lord,Standing in the need of prayer
Watch me now on death row
Capital punisment drop like a hammer blow
And time is moving so slow
Sweet Jamaica,land of wood and water
All over the world I hear the praise
They say it ’s a paradise,but
Ghetto youth feel heat and it ’s not nice
For the crumbs we have to fuss and fight