Pray for Me - Tod Nitty, High Beam, Twista

Here’s the tale of a young black male raised in these city streets

Out here hustling to make ends meet in a world that’s so corrupt

That’s 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

'Cause that’s all I’m asking is to pray for me, understand

I was born around gangstas, hustlers and killers

Drug dealers with math figures making hella scrilla

In the city of Chi, the home of the Gs

If ya don’t work, ya don’t eat that’s been the code of the streets

As for me, I was brought up at an early age

Learned how to cook cane, started to gang bang

And it’s a damn 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 can’t get away

I don’t know if I’ma gonna make it to another day

So every night I pray, oh, I pray

I’m living the street life and I just can’t get away

I don’t know if I’ma gonna make it to another day

So every night, 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 don’t know whats in store for me god

Will I reach 21?

Why is life so damn hard?

See thats the question that’s asked

And is there a heaven or hell can the young black live

Or will he be chained in the cell

I don’t know as for me I only trusted a few

I had to hustle to survive now, what else could I do

They say, there’s chances for everybody that’s 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, don’t let my baby die

I’m living the street life and I just can’t get away

I don’t know if I’ma gonna make it to another day

So every night I pray, oh, I pray

I’m living the street life and I just can’t get away

I don’t know if I’ma gonna make it to another day

So every night, I pray

'Til the day that I die, I’ll stay true to my neighborhood

Fuck with my neighborhood nigga, I wish you would

Ain’t shit changed like, oh, once said

And oh, no, fool my nigga, Fred ain’t 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 senseless

Big houses, what the fucking radio been missing

And there’s 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 don’t 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

I’m living the street life and I just can’t get away

I don’t know if I’ma gonna make it to another day

So every night I pray, oh, I pray

I’m living the street life and I just can’t get away

I don’t know if I’ma gonna make it to another day

So every night, I pray

So I’m asking to pray for me, mama, pray for me

Daddy, pray for me, baby, pray for me

Please pray for me, pray for me

Pray for me, pray for me