Pray for Me

heres the tale
of a young black male
raised in these city streets
out here hustling to make ends meet
in a world thats so kurupt
thats ran by greed
money and the power
for me I’m a survivor
I do what I have to and only god can judge me for that
so before you cash your stones down on me
I want you to take a look at yourself in the mirror
and ask somebody to pray for you
cuz thats all I’m asking
is to pray for me, understand
I was born around gangstas, hustlers, and killers
drugdealers with math figures making hella scrilla
in the city of chi
the home of the g’s
if ya dont work ya dont eat
thats been the cold of the streets
as for me I was brought up at an early age
learned how to cook cane started to gang bang
and its a dam shame
I chose game
but see I’ma knuckle headed nigga with no one to blame
and I’ma gonna keep on tipping under the street lights
and be wondering which nigga wanna take my life
until then I’m staying two feet in front of you haters
I’m living the street life
and I just cant get away
I dont know if I’ma gonna make it to another day
so everynight I pray
oh I pray
I’m living the street life
and I just cant get away
I dont know if I’ma gonna make it to another day
so everynight I pray
well I’m surrounded by rats, roaches, and dope fiends
my whole world is being weighed up on a triple beam
man I dont know whats in store for me god
will I reach 21
why is life so dam hard
see thats the question thats asked
and (?) can the young black live
will there be changed in the cell
I dont know
as for me I only trusted a few
I had to hustle to survive now what else could I do they say theres chances for everybody thats bullshit
that little girl had no chance when that bullet hit
I mean it blew to the sky
and all you heard was a cry
oh lord dont let my baby die
till the day that I die
i’ll stay true to my neighborhood
fuck with my neighborhood
nigga I wish you would
aint shit changed like oh once said
and oh no fool my nigga fred aint dead
neither is pook or kansas city
true og’s still here with me my homie boo
boo what up and you know I cant forget about my nigga nigga novesnake
nightime
boats and herbie
shine and cherelle would ya pray for me I rock genue death so dam sensless
big houses what the fucking radio been missing
and theres one more nigga that be true to my heart
mr. motion you the reason while I’m breaking em off
so our
I peed em to dead
whole reason was love
to that nigga twist for believing in me
I got a shorty to feed
my priority is to make sure this shit dont have to struggle like me and if I could ask for one more wish
I tell em I wanna hug ya cuz I’m missing ya since
so I’m asking to pray for me mamma pray for me daddy pray for me baby pray for me please pray for me pray for me pray for me pray for me