Watsebha - Ask me bout my old days

Oh I pray to You my Lord
Please set me free i hope
I’ll see Your pretty world
And like Your river flow

Ask me bout my old days
Have no friends happiness not for me uh
Lived my life like small brokie
Jokes about me and my sweet dream wait
Understood I have struggle
Fight for family and for Lord Jesus
Had become am animal break it
Mom our better days are right here
And now hey Mommy look I just did it
Mommy take it
Small piece of fee
Looks like God heard supplications
That you begged Him all nights for me
And I’m still trying keep my soul clean
It’s so hard when papers are green
But don’t have doubts about me