Ohhh, ohh, oh, oh, oooooh



                      (Dear God, bring our P.O.W.'s home)



                      Ohhh, ohh, oh, oh, oooooh



                    (And bring our brothers on lockdown, home - amen)

                    [R Kelly]



                      Whoa-oh-oh ya-ya-yah



                      Whoa-oh-oh ya-ya-ya-ya!

                    [Jay-Z] Geah..

                    [Chorus: Jay-Z w/ R Kelly above repeating in background]



                      He's a nigga from the back block



                      on everybody laptop who used to slang crack rock



                      HOV'! And this nigga from the Chi'



                      Who hold a note like the guy who said the British is comin



                      My nigga Kels! Oh yeah the niggaz is comin



                      Get out your good dishes or somethin like it's Thanksgiving nigga



                      It's HOV'! And none other than the R



                      And without further adieu, like Freddie get ready it's

                    [R Kelly]



                      Whatever happen Lord, don't send me back



                      And whenever I did wrong it was your name I cried



                      I heard you forgave over and over again



                      But when I found that out I became immune to my sins



                      Lay wide awake in the middle of my sleep



                    "I see dead people," and sometimes it's me Lord



                      I never wanted to be a Thugfather



                      I only wanted to be a son of a father



                      RAHH, that's how it sounds, it's sad



                      Worse than the war in Iraq when it's me against I



                      I gave up the weed and somehow I'm still high



                      Three years, still seein the weed in my eyes Lord



                      Sometimes I don't know what you want from me



                      But I do know you know what I want from you



                      GIVE IT TO ME! C'mon, take away this Hennessy



                      Take away me runnin the street



                      Stop people from HATIN me, take away all of this jealousy



                      And prejudicy



                      Thought you said it was a better place



                      I grew up around pimps, hustlers hoes and project gang-sters



                      Hard to BELIEVE in what I can't see



                      I gotta get this money and feed my family

                    [Jay-Z]



                      Whatever guillotine guides my life



                      Dear Lord, don't let me die tonight



                      But if I shall before I wake what shall I say?



                      It's been a good run from hoodlum to Island estates



                      How could one, make such foul mistakes



                      and still be allowed to have a smile on my face?



                      Hell, whatever the case, I'm glad it wasn't murder



                      in a town you never hearda from a nickel-plated burner



                      Now my life's straight like a perm



                      Try to take the spot I earned muh'fucker better learn



                      It's HOV'!

                    [Chorus - reverse Hov and Kels]

                    [R Kelly]



                      Hey boy hear me out, got a few mo' things to say



                      These niggaz be chasin me like everyday



                      C'mere - NO! My life on crutches, devils say



                      I'll never walk again, but the devil is a liar



                      cause I believe within, you're the reason that I'm still here



                      Even though I don't act like it



                      Even though I hear my calling and fight it



                      Fools do me so wrong, it's hard to stay righteous



                      If pimping was a mountain to heaven, I'd hike it



                      Believe me Lord, I want you



                      Got money and fame, and still it just won't do



                      Sometimes I don't like who I am



                      When I look in the mirror my reflection is Uncle Sam



                      And every night I have these weird dreams



                      That a creature's right beside me - wake up and can't breathe



                      I feel like it's twenty of me



                      Goin 20 different directions on a one-way street Lord



                      I got houses, money and cars and that



                      Everything single superstar I, got the whole music industry sewed



                      But it still don't matter, when I'm gone and my casket closed, go!

                    [Jay-Z]



                      Whatever guillotine guides my life



                      Dear Lord, don't let me die tonight



                      But if I shall before I wake I'd accept my fate



                      I did what I did my heart was in the right place



                      I did so I could live to put food on my plate



                      You musta loved me not to let it end by 3 that day



                      Well, whatever the case, I'm glad it wasn't murder



                      in a town you never hearda from a nickel-plated burner



                      I guess I'm not finished with my journey



                      Please forgive me for my sins, shit I'm still trying to learn



                      Meet HOV'!

                    [Chorus - reverse Hov and Kels]

                    [gospel singing]

                    [R Kelly]



                      Wrap your arms around us God



                      Let there be peace, and no more war



                      And bring our soldiers home, let us pray

                    Hey hey hey [ad libs, over gunfire, to fade]