| Here’s the tale of a young black male raised in these city streets
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| Out here hustling to make ends meet in a world that’s so corrupt
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| That’s ran by greed, money and the power for me, I’m a survivor
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| I do what I have to and only God can judge me for that
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| So before you cash your stones down on me
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| I want you to take a look at yourself in the mirror
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| And ask somebody to pray for you
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| 'Cause that’s all I’m asking is to pray for me, understand
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| I was born around gangstas, hustlers and killers
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| Drug dealers with math figures making hella scrilla
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| In the city of Chi, the home of the Gs
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| If ya don’t work, ya don’t eat that’s been the code of the streets
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| As for me, I was brought up at an early age
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| Learned how to cook cane, started to gang bang
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| And it’s a damn shame, I chose game
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| But see I’ma knuckle headed nigga with no one to blame
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| And I’ma gonna keep on tipping under the street lights
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| And be wondering which nigga wanna take my life
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| Until then I’m staying two feet in front of you haters
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| I’m living the street life and I just can’t get away
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| I don’t know if I’ma gonna make it to another day
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| So every night I pray, oh, I pray
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| I’m living the street life and I just can’t get away
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| I don’t know if I’ma gonna make it to another day
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| So every night, I pray
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| Well, I’m surrounded by rats, roaches and dope fiends
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| My whole world is being weighed up on a triple beam
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| Man, I don’t know whats in store for me god
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| Will I reach 21? |
| Why is life so damn hard?
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| See thats the question that’s asked
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| And is there a heaven or hell can the young black live
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| Or will he be chained in the cell
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| I don’t know as for me I only trusted a few
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| I had to hustle to survive now, what else could I do
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| They say, there’s chances for everybody that’s bullshit
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| That little girl had no chance when that bullet hit
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| I mean it blew to the sky and all you heard was a cry
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| Oh Lord, don’t let my baby die
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| I’m living the street life and I just can’t get away
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| I don’t know if I’ma gonna make it to another day
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| So every night I pray, oh, I pray
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| I’m living the street life and I just can’t get away
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| I don’t know if I’ma gonna make it to another day
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| So every night, I pray
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| 'Til the day that I die, I’ll stay true to my neighborhood
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| Fuck with my neighborhood nigga, I wish you would
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| Ain’t shit changed like, oh, once said
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| And oh, no, fool my nigga, Fred ain’t dead
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| Neither is Pook or Kansas City, true OG’s still here with me
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| My homie boo, boo what up?
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| And you know, I cant forget about my nigga, nigga, Novesnake
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| Nightime boats and Herbie
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| Shine and Cherelle would ya pray for me
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| I rock Genue death so dam senseless
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| Big houses, what the fucking radio been missing
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| And there’s one more nigga that be true to my heart
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| Mr. Motion, you the reason while I’m breaking 'em off, so our
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| I peed 'em to dead, whole reason was love
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| To that nigga twist for believing in me, I got a shorty to feed
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| My priority is to make sure this shit don’t have to struggle like me
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| And if I could ask for one more wish
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| I tell 'em, I wanna hug ya 'cuz I’m missing ya since
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| I’m living the street life and I just can’t get away
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| I don’t know if I’ma gonna make it to another day
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| So every night I pray, oh, I pray
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| I’m living the street life and I just can’t get away
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| I don’t know if I’ma gonna make it to another day
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| So every night, I pray
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| So I’m asking to pray for me, mama, pray for me
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| Daddy, pray for me, baby, pray for me
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| Please pray for me, pray for me
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| Pray for me, pray for me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pray for Me , by - Tod NittySong from the album Twista Presents New Testament 2K: Street Scriptures, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп