I Pray - Ghetto

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