Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Praying Man, artist - Big K.R.I.T.. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Song language: English
Praying Man |
| Guess I was on the road |
| Didn’t know which way to go |
| I think I hear a praying man coming |
| A praying man coming |
| Sometimes I couldn’t read the signs |
| My people done left me behind |
| I think I hear a praying man coming |
| I think I hear a praying man coming |
| Stumble along the path, he emerged from the grass |
| Stopped at me and asked why so sad |
| Perhaps because they had taken what I had |
| I’m sure it wasn’t much to them but it was all that I could grab |
| I was on my way to church, I was running late at first |
| But after all this riff raff here, I missed service and it hurts |
| But what’s worse I’m not sure how long I’ve been swaying in the breeze |
| Tired of talking to the trees and you the first praying man that I’ve seen |
| I figured you’d lend a hand, but I see if you got some time |
| I’m glad you looked up because most people pay no mind |
| He smiled and said «Son well, I can do you one better» |
| He removed a pocket knife and cut me down from my oppressor, forever |
| Guess I was on the road |
| Didn’t know which way to go |
| I think I hear a praying man coming |
| A praying man coming |
| Sometimes I couldn’t read the signs |
| My people done left me behind |
| I think I hear a praying man coming |
| I think I hear a praying man coming |
| Boating along the sea, he emerged from the mist |
| Asked me how I got far from the beach |
| Cause they stripped me of my pride and put these shackles on my feet |
| I was stacked on top of my folk and it was really hard to breathe |
| It was a little hard to believe that I had been caught up in this mess |
| And some of my own people would sell me to my death |
| It was a lot of us on the ride and it was a lot of us that was lost |
| But some of us couldn’t take it so some of us jumped off |
| And I’m really glad you found me on your course |
| I been out here for a while and there’s no sign of the shore |
| He smiled and said «Son well I can do you one better» |
| He lended me his hand and picked me up from my oppressor, forever |
| Guess I was on the road |
| Didn’t know which way to go |
| I think I hear a praying man coming |
| A praying man coming |
| Sometimes I couldn’t read the signs |
| My people done left me behind |
| I think I hear a praying man coming |
| I think I hear a praying man coming |
| Driving along the road |
| He asked me what I was running from and where I was trying to go |
| «Well I was working in the field and one of my kinfolk just got killed |
| And I knew they’d come for me and Lord knows I wanna live |
| See I heard there’s people free, not that far but far from me |
| To be running from these dogs with no shoes up on my feet |
| I heard of this railroad that ventures underground |
| And takes my kind of people to a place that we can’t be found |
| And I been wounded for some miles, so I decided to rest my head |
| I guess they let me go cause they assumed that I was dead» |
| Smiled and said «Son hop in this wagon and get settled» |
| He offered me a ride and drove me far away from my oppressor, forever |
| Guess I was on the road |
| Didn’t know which way to go |
| I think I hear a praying man coming |
| A praying man coming |
| Sometimes I couldn’t read the signs |
| My people done left me behind |
| I think I hear a praying man coming |
| I think I hear a praying man coming |