Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Prey For The Poor, artist - Add-2Date of issue: 03.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Prey For The Poor |
| Our Father who art in Heaven |
| Hallows be in our frame |
| Thy kingdom come, thine will be done |
| On Earth, but it feels like Hell |
| Give us this day our daily bread |
| Cause niggas is trespassing |
| I pray for the souls that trespass against us |
| And lead us not into temptation |
| But deliver us from us |
| Amen |
| I was taught that misery loves company |
| Comfortably I would sit in the company |
| Of some friends and luckily |
| I began to see the shift in they feelings |
| Niggas become dependent |
| Dependin' what you provide the hero becomes the villain |
| Sometimes they don’t wanna see you progress |
| They feelin' low, they head up callin' you «Your Highness» |
| But see that shit is for the birds like a high nest |
| And since I’m sick of making sense about your nonsense |
| What a simple complex, they wonderin' why I’m stressed |
| I’m worried about my cousin’s kids watching him whip |
| Working a Pyrex pot, they stopped them dressin' up as pirates |
| They innocence is lost like it’s stranded on an island |
| No treasure and the weather bad surrounded by the sirens |
| It’s soundin' so loud, solution drownin' in the silence, it’s deafening |
| Definitely definite, shadows that you be steppin' in |
| Dance with the Devil, I hope you had you some lessons then |
| Guess I be exitin', they said I was heaven-sent |
| Said I was down to Earth, I’m like where the fuck the hell you been? |
| Couldn’t be where I stay cause Englewood is crazy man |
| Duck when the weapons spray, duckin' like every day |
| Shootin' and they rarely aim, mama’s feeling hella pain |
| Round here we lose dogs, ironic cause they catchin' strays |
| Somebody pray for ‘em |
| Somebody pray for ‘em, pray for 'em |
| Somebody pray for ‘em, pray for 'em |
| Somebody pray for ‘em |
| Cause you lookin' like prey for ‘em |
| Yo, I preach life to my niggas |
| Try to show them right so I don’t write to my niggas |
| Blinded by ambition, this shit is sight to my niggas |
| Aside from Lisa Bonet you ain’t seen you a brighter nigga |
| So smart, it’s hard for white folks, they study me |
| They scared I’m pro-Black so they try to buddy-buddy me |
| My playback is payback for those who in front on me |
| Tellin' Father Time there ain’t no son in me |
| Wantin' me to swish like a pitcher I be strikin' every time |
| But when I say I don’t play these niggas press rewind |
| I finna the beat like this shit is all mine |
| I never been a bum so I never need a sign |
| From the Lord, the moment that I swore |
| How could we ever starve when there’s more for us in store? |
| Of course I put this wack rap on clearance rack, it gotta go |
| I’m tryna bring that feelin' back, with every flow |
| I make foes fold quicker than clean clothes |
| God made man from clay so I’m guessin' I broke the mold |
| I’m ahead of my time without skippin' a time zone |
| You can’t stop God, that’s one thing that I know boy |
| Somebody pray for ‘em |
| Somebody pray for ‘em, pray for 'em |
| Somebody pray for ‘em, pray for 'em |
| Somebody pray for ‘em |
| Cause you lookin' like prey for ‘em |
| Yo |