Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Pray, artist - Ghetto. Date of issue: 15.08.2010
Song language: English
I Pray |
| Yeah, I pray |
| I pray a lot |
| Because I’m a nigga that’s always in a situation |
| And I need someone’s help |
| And ain’t no human that can help me, I swear down |
| Dear lord, I pray, I buss trays |
| And even if I don’t, I write my bid and pray |
| Other the day I touched space |
| I pray for the poor and |
| Little niggas like me that wanna be just like me |
| But the cape I wore worth more |
| I pray for the kids with kids that were abused as kids |
| And never had food as kids |
| And I pray for the fathers |
| Who thought they were escaping the dramas |
| Now the |
| I pray for the mothers, that claim that they’re mothers |
| Because they put food in the fridge and steak in the oven |
| But could never explain the cocaine in the cupboards |
| And while you was raised by your cousins |
| You see, I pray for my brother |
| I pray you won’t follow in my footsteps |
| I pray there’s a way out the gutter |
| I pray for my sister, pray for my mother |
| I pray when it’s winter, pray when it’s summer |
| I pray for the people on the pavements with needles |
| Black, White, Asian or Hebrew |
| The statement is see-through |
| I pray for my other half |
| But lord knows, if I ever catch her cheating |
| It’s more than a couple of scars |
| I pray for my freedom |
| And even though I know I shouldn’t play with my freedom |
| Papers, I need 'em |
| I pray for my boys in jail |
| Danny,, Aaron, Brown, Chili, Troy as well |
| I pray for a better life |
| Hot with a top cheddar and instead of white |
| I be selling albums |
| Seeing more figures than the president’s accountants |
| House on the hill, nigga jealous of my fountain |
| I pray for my health |
| And all them ghetto niggas with their ghetto mentality |
| We all chasing the wealth |
| I pray for my cousin T, caught in the system |
| And all the young offenders, chased up in belts |
| I pray for the homeless, pray for the hungry |
| I pray for the olders, pray for the young g’s |
| I pray for the robbers, shotters and Glock poppers |
| But never for the coppers who say coercion is bollocks |
| I pray for forgiveness, love, joy and happiness |
| But feds always wanna cop boys and nappy heads |
| They enjoy making my blood boil, till I’m mad upset |
| Until I come to a place where I haven’t slept |
| I pray for a fresh start |
| Forget memory lane, I’m seeing my future like Michael J. Fox |
| And here comes the best part |
| I remember me saying, MC’s my future, because vinyl pays lots |
| So, I pray that, that day comes |
| And when it does, just remember that I told you from day one |