(clarke / sylvester)
Didnt believe in the bible
Didnt believe the good book
Lord, lord please help me, help me take a look
These chains that Im wearing really aint my style
Lord, lord please help me, help me think awhile
I know that I did something wrong
I got into bad ways
Well the judge, yes he put me down, for five thousand days
Falling, falling, falling over you
Calling, calling, I dont know what to do
Falling, falling, falling over you
Calling, calling, I dont know what to do
The cell I am in is only six feet wide
And six feet to the roof
Theres a window thats strung with only three bars
Singing me the truth
Fifty and seventy dont seem right
Seventy aint my age
When I leave this place with a new face
Its to turn another a new page
Falling, falling, falling over you
Calling, calling, I dont know what to do
Falling, falling, falling over you
Calling, calling, I dont know what to do
Didnt believe in the bible
Didnt believe the good book
Well now lord, lord please help me, help me take a look
These chains that Im wearing well they really aint my style
Well now lord, lord please help me, help me think awhile
Falling, falling, falling over you
Calling, calling, I dont know what to do
Falling, falling, falling over you
Calling, calling, I dont know what to do