Yeah, I pray I pray a lot Because I’m a nigga that’s always in a situation And I need someone’s help And ain’t no human that can help me, I swear down
Dear lord, I pray, I buss trays And even if I don’t, I write my bid and pray Other the day I touched space I pray for the poor and Little niggas like me that wanna be just like me But the cape I wore worth more I pray for the kids with kids that were abused as kids And never had food as kids And I pray for the fathers Who thought they were escaping the dramas Now the [?] I pray for the mothers, that claim that they’re mothers Because they put food in the fridge and steak in the oven But could never explain the cocaine in the cupboards And while you was raised by your cousins You see, I pray for my brother I pray you won’t follow in my footsteps I pray there’s a way out the gutter I pray for my sister, pray for my mother I pray when it’s winter, pray when it’s summer I pray for the people on the pavements with needles Black, White, Asian or Hebrew The statement is see-through I pray for my other half But lord knows, if I ever catch her cheating It’s more than a couple of scars I pray for my freedom And even though I know I shouldn’t play with my freedom Papers, I need ’em I pray for my boys in jail Danny, [?], Aaron, Brown, Chili, Troy as well I pray for a better life Hot with a top cheddar and instead of white I be selling albums Seeing more figures than the president’s accountants House on the hill, nigga jealous of my fountain I pray for my health And all them ghetto niggas with their ghetto mentality We all chasing the wealth I pray for my cousin T, caught in the system And all the young offenders, chased up in belts I pray for the homeless, pray for the hungry I pray for the olders, pray for the young g’s I pray for the robbers, shotters and Glock poppers But never for the coppers who say coercion is bollocks I pray for forgiveness, love, joy and happiness But feds always wanna cop boys and nappy heads They enjoy making my blood boil, till I’m mad upset Until I come to a place where I haven’t slept I pray for a fresh start Forget memory lane, I’m seeing my future like Michael J. Fox And here comes the best part I remember me saying, MC’s my future, because vinyl pays lots So, I pray that, that day comes And when it does, just remember that I told you from day one