Broken People

Broken
Broken people
Walking around
She's been working
Trying to feed that baby's mouth

Hallelujah
She's at the church house every Sunday morning
People talking, talking trying to tell her something real
But ain't no talk going to pay the bills

Whoa, whoa ain't it something?
Whoa, whoa ain't it true?
Been having trouble sleeping
'Bout a thousand worries creeping
The biggest one I got
I got, I got is you

Do you go to bed hungry?
Tell me, do you?

Murder
There's more than one way to murder
He's a dealer, yeah
Selling death on the corner

Retribution
Don't exist south of angels
People talking, talking trying to tell him something real
But too much talking just might get you killed

Whoa, whoa ain't it something?
Whoa, whoa ain't it true?
Been having trouble sleeping
'Bout a thousand worries creeping
The biggest one I got
I got, I got is you

Whoa, whoa ain't it something?
Whoa, whoa ain't it true?
Been having trouble sleeping
'Bout a thousand worries creeping
Biggest one I got
I got, I got is you

Do you go to bed hungry?
Tell me, do you?