Pray

Lyrics for Pray

Must we all suffer for what one man has done? Yeah What I see from my level, the devil's in a serious phase For smart fight, God might have to stop workin' in mysterious ways The ghetto's unfairness prepared us to live in a cage Still tryin' to find that silver linin' from when niggas was slaves It wasn't good where I stood at the precipice, lookin' for an Exodus Was tryin', but tried to keep it alive durin' the death of this Defined by most strenuous times, now told effortless If urged for more proverbs, check my old testaments I like to write righteous, even though it's secular Birthed from the dirt like Adam, the pattern's in my molecular She's in line to be mine, make sure she woke before I slept with her It's not respected wise to heckle guys who got the Heckler A past passion is what I pursued in my solitude Was never gas, you can ask; I'm a solid dude I learned to quiet my mind, I'm nice; we was out of food A few times almost expired, should've been tired what I renew The place I fell from, I embrace and welcome Played bad cards bad? Can't be mad, whoever dealt 'em If he ain't from the maelstrom, I never felt him Friends that died, I feel would've survived if I was there to help 'em As we bow our heads, may we Please Receive Any Yield Please Receive Any Yield, for real May we Please Receive Any Yield With my last I ask me and my man's sacred matter At the end, ascend Jacob's ladder As youngin, had to be hunters, was the only way to gather Was built prime in that filth time, now I'm tryna make it lather Get banged tryna hang before you learn ropes My brave folks stay cold (Stay cold), they was never turncoats In the hood, handsome don't matter, girls want who earn most Seen killers let off steam, then return to scenes as concerned folks Price your brew, and whatever you decide to do At the height of that ready rock, every block was volatile Here to blast, any day could be your last, that was probable They shot the guns, lot of sons never returned as prodigal For what I anoint in my cup, they runneth over The drive that kept me alive is my cunnin' motor End of month, cops tend to front when they under quota Where it's hard to walk that straight line drunk or sober As we bow our heads, may we Please Receive Any Yield Please Receive Any Yield, for real (Please) May we Please Receive Any Yield (Please receive any yield) As we bow our heads, may we Please Receive Any Yield Please Receive Any Yield, for real May we Please Receive Any Yield