Pray - Ghetts

I’m just saying what I’ve seen

I’m just saying what I’ve heard

I’m just saying what I’ve done

I’m just sayng what I’ve learned

Before you criticize me

Don’t say another word

Don’t say another word

Don’t say another word

I’ve seen bruddas die

I’ve seen mothers cry

And as her eyes see free

I wish police were colour-blind

I almost never reached my full potential

But this cater-nigga became a butterfly

Nahmean, this caterpillar became a butterfly

Summer time and the murder rate

Took a turn for the worse again

I’ve been adverse of pain

Until I burst a vein

I heard a rumour that

Could’ve got somebody killed

You know, certain names

I might know who the person is

In fact, I might know who the person ain’t

But people become who they impersonate

We all do bad things

We got the tensions

Hopefully we don’t burn in vain

Preacher, preacher, preacher

Tryna reach us with the sermon

Pray, pray, pray

Preacher, preacher, preacher

Tryna reach us with the sermon

Pray, pray, pray

Signs of the end of the world

Life or death

Heaven or hell

Signs of the end of the world

Life or death

Heaven or hell

The lord is my shepherd

I shall not want

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures

He leadeth me beside the still waters

He restoreth my soul

He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death

I will fear no evil: for thou art with me

Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of my enemies

Thou anointest my head with oil;

my cup runneth over

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life

And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever (and ever)

I’m just saying what I know

I’m just saying what I like

If I don’t say it from my soul

Then I won’t say it in a rhyme

Before you criticize me, hush

Don’t say another word

Don’t say another word

Don’t say another word

I’ve seen sisters lose all self-respect

For the niggas with the wealth

They’ll never respect themselves again

If only your name didn’t ring any bells

You’d be a brand new girl again

Now you’ve got your middle finger to the world

Fuck everybody in the world

She said…

Literally doing just that

Will these injuries ruin us, man?

I got history pursuing her, fam

On victory, clued me up

It’s not a mystery

You become brand new

Enough about me

And enough about her

But are the parents to blame

When the children are coming out worse?

Most of my friends have sentences so long

I’ve forgotten who’s coming out first

Now I lay me down to sleep

I give the Lord my soul to keep

Now I lay me down to sleep

I give the Lord my soul to keep

Now I lay me down to sleep

I give the Lord my soul to keep

Now I lay me down to sleep

I give the Lord my soul to keep