[Hook:]
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Guess I was on the road
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Didn¡¯t know which way to go
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I think I hear a praying man coming
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A praying man coming
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Sometimes I couldn¡¯t read the signs
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My people done left me behind
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I think I hear a praying man coming
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I think I hear a praying man coming
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[Verse 1: Big Krit]
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Stumble along the path, he emerged from the grass
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Stopped at me and asked why so sad
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Perhaps because they had taken what I had
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I¡¯m sure it wasn¡¯t much to them but it was all that I could grab
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I was on my way to church, I was running late at first
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But after all this riff raff here, I missed service and it hurts
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But what¡¯s worse I¡¯m not sure how long I¡¯ve been swaying in the breeze
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Tired of talking to the trees and you the first praying man that I¡¯ve seen
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I.. lending hand, but I see if you got some time
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I¡¯m glad you looked up because most people pay no mind
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He smiled and said ¡°Son well, I can do you one better¡±
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He removed a pocket knife and cut me down from my oppressor, forever
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Big Krit]
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Boating along the sea, he emerged from the mist
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Asked me how I got far from the beach
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Cause they stripped me of my pride and put these shackles on my feet
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I was stacked on top of my folk and it was really hard to breathe
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It was a little hard to believe that I had been caught up in this mess
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And some of my own people would sell me to my death
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It was a lot of us on the ride and it was a lot of us that was lost
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But some of us couldn¡¯t take it so some of us jumped off
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And I¡¯m really glad you found me on your course
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I been out here for a while and there¡¯s no sign of the shore
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He smiled and said ¡°Son well I can do you one better¡±
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He lended me his hand and picked me up from my oppressor, forever
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3:]
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Driving along the road
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He asked me what I was running from and where I was trying to go
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¡°Well I was working in the field and one of my kinfolk just got killed
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And I knew they¡¯d come for me and Lord knows I wanna live
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See I heard there¡¯s people free, not that far but far from me
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To be running from these dogs with no shoes up on my feet
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I heard of this railroad that ventures underground
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And takes my kind of people to a place that we can¡¯t be found
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And I been wounded for some miles, so I decided to rest my head
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I guess they let me go cause they assumed that I was dead¡±
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Smiled and said ¡°Son well let me do you one better¡±
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He offered me a ride and drove me far away from my oppressor, forever
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[Hook]
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Praying Man
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| Big KRIT |
