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Pray
"What we need to be thinking about is the
future! We don't know what's in store tomorrow! All we can do is just guess! We want the
best for tomorrow For our family, for our children, for our future But if we don't get up and act like we want it We gotta pray to somebody! We ain't to tough to pray! You walking around like a
gangsta, gangstas pray! Thugs pray! Tell me somethin'; if you ain't praying, where would y'all be today? Where would y'all momma be today? How would you be here? Somebody praying for you, nigga!" I
never thought being a
man you could hang in the
end Facing life with no parol and consecut' sentencing Got people witnessing, your co-defendant snitching Your back against the
wall, your left eye is twitching Loyal ladies usual, a
D-and A's the
mutual Scared to face the
light of a
courtroom site Racist cops on each side 'cause the
know I
just might Make a
break for the
door but I
give it my all If I
die in this struggle, give my momma a
call 'Cause she always left these jewels: what goes up must fall Since I
fell dead broke, landed in jail Refused to face the
facts, how wifey skipped to town with the
bail I'm on my own now, V8, far away from home now Palmer wealth state, the
law changes each date Secret indictments got me knocked, there ain't no price I
can pay To get me the
fuck up out this shit, so to Allah I
pray For forgiveness – yes, I
sinned and I
need to be held And jail ain't no place a
black man wanna be killed Amen I
only pray when shit is fucked up! I
only pray when my life is looking bad luck! I
only pray when I'm in motherfucking handcuffs! Calling out for someone, somewhere! Is there anybody out there? I
look up at the
sky, why do young niggas die? Felt the
stray hit me, somebody stay with me Falling to the
ground with the
sound of a
four-pound near me Bitches screaming, wish I
was dreaming I
fought a
thousand gun fights, near one bullet skipped me On the
morning run to get my little sisters Rice Krispies Played the
numbers knowing that I
got my lucky dice wit' me See some niggas I
know I
can roll – uh, uh! Get them bitches, left all of them broke, left what they smoke Hoes yelling, 'Watch ya back!' But before I
could turn around, before I
could I
react Blaow! Blaow! Blaow! Would you look at me now? Is this blood that I
feel as I
fell to the
ground? Feel like a
head shot but maybe just grazed my temple Niggas digging in my pockets, saying I
just rolled a
pimple Yo, my mouth was moving but it was nothing I
was saying Only if they knew deep inside my mind, I
was praying Amen I
only pray when shit is fucked up! I
only pray when my life is looking bad luck! I
only pray when I
need his help the
most, what?! Calling out to someone, somewhere! Yo, is anybody out there? Ain't nothing stopping me – untouchable – hoes, I
fucked a
few Style like The
Greatest, Ali – check what the
knuckle do Rock bubblegoose to mink, big links Yellow ice, live the
ghetto life, 'fuck y'all think? Bravehearted; fuck around, get graveyarded Dearly departed – the
word on the
street, I'm a
target I
ain't running, I
ain't hiding, I'm riding I
be gunning, y'all be ducking and diving When I
come through bucking this four-fiving Revenge you saying you getting But shit is getting too wild, this lifestyle of spraying weapons So I
check out the
preacher – life is off the
meter Thoughts of homicide, trying to dodge the
reaper Confessions in a
church 'cause it hurts, behind a
curtain Nigga talking to me, but I
ain't certain Voice sound familiar so I
pulled the
shade back It was this stupid nigga that I
popped way back He set me up, he just got to the
priest I
tried to reach but he had his heat pointed my way And said, 'Pray' "You've got to pray, huh! I
mean pray, pray And when you pray, you got to look up to the
lord, huh! You got to look up and you got to pray for your children, huh! You got to pray for that man in front of the
liquor store, huh! You got to pray for that man on the
corner! He know he doing wrong But somebody gotta pray for him, huh! You know we doing wrong But we gotta pray for ourselves! You know we are heading To this new millennium, goddammit! They say a
comet is coming To this world by the
year two-thousand, I
say it's God! It's up to you To pray to that higher power higher than yourself and humble yourself And, and, and beg for forgiveness 'cause it comes back to you! A
man told me that while he was in jail, all he did was pray All he did was stay in his jail cell and pray to God..."
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