Pray (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Kaseem Ryan

Composed by：Kaseem Ryan

Yeah

What I see from my level

The devil's in a serious phase

For a smart fight

God might have to stop workin' in mysterious ways

The ghetto's unfairness prepared us to live in a cage

Still tryin' to find that silver lining

From when n***as was slaves

It wasn't good where I stood at the precipice

Looking for a exodus

Was trying but tried to keep it alive

During the death of this

Defined by most strenuous times

Now told effortless

If urge for more proverbs

Check my old testaments

I like to write righteous

Even though it's secular

Birthed from the dirt like Adam

The pattern's in my molecular

She's in line to be mine

Make sure she woke before I slept with her

It's not respected wise to heckle Gods who got the Heckler

A past passion is what I pursued in my solitude

Was never gas you can ask

I'm a solid dude

I learned to quiet my mind

I'm nice we was out of food

A few times almost expired

Should've been tired what I renew

The place I fell from I embrace and welcome

Played bad cards bad

Can't be mad at whoever dealt 'em

If he ain't from the maelstrom

I never felt him

Friends that died

I feel would've survived if I was there to help 'em

As we bow our heads

May we please receive any yield

Please receive any yield for real

May we please receive any yield

With my last I ask me and my man's sacred matter

At the end ascend Jacob's Ladder

As youngin' had to be hunters

Was the only way to gather

He's built prime on that filth time

Now I'm tryna make it lather

Get banged tryna hang before you learn ropes

My brave folks stay cold

They was never turncoats

In the hood handsome don't matter

Girls want who earn most

Seen killers let off steam

Then return to scenes as concerned folks

Price your brew and whatever you decide to do

At the height of that ready rock

Every block was volatile

Here to blast any day could be your last

That was probable

They shot the guns

Lots of sons never returned as prodigal

For what I know now my cup it runneth over

This drive that kept me alive is my cunning motive

End of month

Cops tend to front when they under quota

Where it's hard to walk that straight line drunk or sober

As we bow our heads

May we please receive any yield

Please receive any yield for real

May we please receive any yield

As we bow our heads

May we please receive any yield

Please receive any yield for real

May we please receive any yield