Prey For The Poor - Add-2

Our Father who art in Heaven

Hallows be in our frame

Thy kingdom come, thine will be done

On Earth, but it feels like Hell

Give us this day our daily bread

Cause niggas is trespassing

I pray for the souls that trespass against us

And lead us not into temptation

But deliver us from us

Amen

I was taught that misery loves company

Comfortably I would sit in the company

Of some friends and luckily

I began to see the shift in they feelings

Niggas become dependent

Dependin' what you provide the hero becomes the villain

Sometimes they don’t wanna see you progress

They feelin' low, they head up callin' you «Your Highness»

But see that shit is for the birds like a high nest

And since I’m sick of making sense about your nonsense

What a simple complex, they wonderin' why I’m stressed

I’m worried about my cousin’s kids watching him whip

Working a Pyrex pot, they stopped them dressin' up as pirates

They innocence is lost like it’s stranded on an island

No treasure and the weather bad surrounded by the sirens

It’s soundin' so loud, solution drownin' in the silence, it’s deafening

Definitely definite, shadows that you be steppin' in

Dance with the Devil, I hope you had you some lessons then

Guess I be exitin', they said I was heaven-sent

Said I was down to Earth, I’m like where the fuck the hell you been?

Couldn’t be where I stay cause Englewood is crazy man

Duck when the weapons spray, duckin' like every day

Shootin' and they rarely aim, mama’s feeling hella pain

Round here we lose dogs, ironic cause they catchin' strays

Somebody pray for ‘em

Somebody pray for ‘em, pray for 'em

Somebody pray for ‘em, pray for 'em

Somebody pray for ‘em

Cause you lookin' like prey for ‘em

Yo, I preach life to my niggas

Try to show them right so I don’t write to my niggas

Blinded by ambition, this shit is sight to my niggas

Aside from Lisa Bonet you ain’t seen you a brighter nigga

So smart, it’s hard for white folks, they study me

They scared I’m pro-Black so they try to buddy-buddy me

My playback is payback for those who in front on me

Tellin' Father Time there ain’t no son in me

Wantin' me to swish like a pitcher I be strikin' every time

But when I say I don’t play these niggas press rewind

I finna the beat like this shit is all mine

I never been a bum so I never need a sign

From the Lord, the moment that I swore

How could we ever starve when there’s more for us in store?

Of course I put this wack rap on clearance rack, it gotta go

I’m tryna bring that feelin' back, with every flow

I make foes fold quicker than clean clothes

God made man from clay so I’m guessin' I broke the mold

I’m ahead of my time without skippin' a time zone

You can’t stop God, that’s one thing that I know boy

Somebody pray for ‘em

Somebody pray for ‘em, pray for 'em

Somebody pray for ‘em, pray for 'em

Somebody pray for ‘em

Cause you lookin' like prey for ‘em

Yo