 I'm tracing your footsteps, I keep the faith in you, your love, plus our work and ambition, we gonna make it through my songs and songs, spiritual and a miracle, this is for my soldiers, looking in the mirror, sitting home, scratching on cereal, seeing cereal, the way we find a way to survive, is a miracle, we got mice in the crib, and roaches in the toasters, rice in the fridge, bread in the oven, by the roaster, we be taking gypsy calves, and chasing 50 bags, they be lacing, swagging, really getting mad,