Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pray Together, artist - Blue Sky Black Death. Album song The Razah's Ladder Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.04.2009
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Pray Together |
I’d like to give all praises to the universal father |
KnowI’msayin'? |
I’d like to send a prayer for out there |
For all them thug angels, you know? |
I’d like to give a prayer for all those that’s strugglin', you know? |
Askin' the Lord to have the holy angels watch over them |
(Hell Razah:) |
Grandma seventy-seven, she told me Hell we headin' |
So she have conversations with Heaven |
Grandaddy still love the caddies, how the young girls keep him happy |
Even though he married he nasty |
But he fight to keep the family tight |
Make sure there mortgage is paid, there’s food, clothes, phones and lights |
Up North he got a daughter that’s alone at night |
She fell in love with the modern day New York City life |
Forty-one, workin' two jobs for money to come |
Got a daughter sixteen and a son twenty-one |
Tried to school 'em how the streets love to swallow the young |
She tried to keep him out the streets but he followed the gun |
He got two felonies and a baby that’s one |
And ain’t nobody gunshots ain’t makin' him run |
On the low his man hittin' his sister |
Meanwhile, she got a cat back on Riker’s Isle sendin' 'em pictures |
Tattoos on her back and she hang with strippers |
Gettin' paid, young age on the stage with liquor |
Got a crush for them Escalades and laid with killas |
That’s why Grandma prayin' that the Lord forgive us |
(Chorus x2: Hell Razah w/ samples cut and scratched, sometimes in different |
order) |
A family that pray together, stay together |
«The family must» |
«My fam, got that good stuff at home» |
«Y'all amongst the original» |
(Hell Razah:) |
This for the babies that’s eight years old |
And ain’t been told, why people in the blindfold robbin' their own |
Mommy worked hard buyin' her clothes, she cry in her soul |
Cause pops got a habit of that coke in his nose |
And he background, James Brown, King Heroin |
Forty-five record spins 'til his song settled in Back then we was proud to be young black men |
'Til the streets got us trapped in sellin' Aspirin |
Helpin' out on the backrent, telephone bills |
It was eatin' leftovers, ain’t no microwave meals |
Still pops made it possible for the Big Wheel |
Picture Good Times, was filmed in the hood of the 'Ville |
When the C.I.A. |
plan got Malcolm X killed |
Was a conspiracy they could’ve revealed |
The Farrahkhan could make a Million Man March, let the revolution start |
For the families prayin' apart with broken hearts |
And the slaves that was thrown to the sharks for bein' smart |
Out the dark come The Renaissance Child with ancient arts |
Everybody hold hands and bow heads… |
(Chorus x2: samples cut several times more after hook finishes) |