Holy Ground Támar Davis

Give a little this
Give a little that
(Intro: Tamar speaking in French...)

Our Father, who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy Name
Somebody told me
You protect me
From anything in my way
This yellow-brick road, yeah
Ain't easy walking
The streets ain't paved with gold
Every time I listen to a fake gangsta talking
They take another piece of my soul

How do I know just where I'm going?
How do I keep my head?
Who do I call on to fight my battles?
And bring me back from the dead?

And they never try to stop me
Who's gonna be my friend?
And answer the age-old question
Who took the 'i' in singing?

I know you are there
Father, let me know
I know you care which way I go
Take my hand, Father
Lead the way
I'm ready to do anything you say