Lyrics Pray Together - Blue Sky Black Death

Pray Together - Blue Sky Black Death
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)

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