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The Cure Prayers For Rain

and Prayers for rain I suffocate I breathe in dirt And nowhere shines But desolate And drab the hours all spent On killing time again All waiting for The rain

and Prayers for rain I suffocate I breathe in dirt And nowhere shines But desolate And drab the hours all spent On killing time again All waiting for

and Prayers for rain I suffocate I breathe in dirt And nowhere shines But desolate And drab the hours all spent On killing time again All waiting for The rain

and Prayers for rain I suffocate I breathe in dirt And nowhere shines But desolate And drab the hours all spent On killing time again All waiting for The rain

in my drawers Garage sales and flea markets, we never shopped at malls No dental plan, no medikit - we poor like rain Colored folks think that castor oil cures

Fighting this freedom for everyone for you and me I know that this world is the place for us to be Black rain made out of steam Black rain to the extreme

the funeral procession well it wasn't much for grace and pomp and style But those wagonloads of mourners they stretched out for more than a mile And we breathed a prayer

Oh girl, we are the same We are young and lost, and so afraid There's no cure for the pain, no shelter from the rain All our prayers seem to fail In

the day she left Just filled a suitcase full of regrets I hailed a taxi in rain Looking for some place to ease the pain, ooh Then like an answered prayer