Información de la canción En esta página puedes leer la letra de la canción Pray de - Slaughterhouse. Fecha de lanzamiento: 10.08.2009
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: Inglés
Pray |
| Lord. |
| Please continue to guide, direct, and protect my niggaz |
| From the world, and from themselves |
| Lord can you please shine that light on your sons |
| They sent you a million prayers, you ain’t answered near one |
| It’s a shame |
| I’m down on both knees, Father talk to 'em please |
| All you put 'em through is pain, but will it ever cease? |
| What a shame |
| Yowwa! What up world? I’m Joell |
| Sixth floor, project door, broke bell |
| Only child, no brother, no sis |
| Moms runnin out the door to go sniff |
| My highwater pants don’t fit |
| Afro growin all wild, no pic man |
| Is what my teacher said for class pics |
| My pops? I don’t know where he at |
| He left one day, he said he’d be back |
| The stove keep me warm in the winter |
| I’m tired of Beefaroni for dinner |
| My grandmoms got a bad liver |
| I’m just watchin her fade away |
| Man, I don’t know what else to say |
| So at the end of every day I pray, I say |
| What up world? I’m the SHIT |
| I’m headed to Hell in a hand-basket |
| I pop pills, abuse liquor and kill niggaz |
| When I die, God ain’t gon' judge, he gon' deal with us |
| That’s why them reckless quotes come with my drama |
| My pops while coke-infested, cum in my momma |
| I know, right? |
| For those nights that I was havin them seizures |
| For those mornings that I was havin trouble breathin |
| C’mon listen; I was only a fo'-pound baby |
| So I grew up into grown and went fo'-pound crazy |
| Daddy was gangsta, mommy was passive |
| Boxin gloves for Christmas, I needed classes |
| My daddy beat our ass, that’s probably why we assassins |
| But he’ll do anythang for me; Joey pray for me |
| What up world? I’m a lost soul |
| Challengin the devil standin at the crossroads |
| I just shot a dirty snake with my .38 |
| He shot me too, now I’m waitin at the Pearly Gates |
| I seen the angel Gabriel and I came real |
| A lame tried to kill me, so I aim steel |
| Ask God is that somethin that he can’t feel |
| I had a six-shot popper and I brought it with me |
| I put his thinkin cap somewhere he never thought it would be |
| I didn’t son him, he’s a daughter to me |
| Instead of hangin with thugs he’s slangin drugs, shoulda got a college degree |
| But growin up in the hood’ll leave your mind baffled |
| We put haters in the past like time travel |
| That’s my murder story, I’m past purgatory |
| I need prayer though, Joey put a word in for me |