Pray For Me

"Ye, thou I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil."

I look back, throughout my life, and so often in the walk, I see only one set of footprints, and I truly understand, that is because, for so long, he carried me, and without his blessings, I wouldn't have achieved anything of any significance... uhn

I set out to be the realist and the illest, of my time (Of my time)

Knew I'd probably end up dyin' in my prime (In my prime)

When I finally got a chance, I knew I'd shine (Knew I'd shine)

But I seem to end up slippin', every time (Every time)

In this world, people quickly drop a dime (Drop a dime)

I'm a stand up guy, I go and do my time (Do my time)

Any time you wanna test me, come and try (Come and try)

'Fore I swallow my pride, I'm gonna die (Gonna die)

'Til the day that I go, I'm gonna ride (Gonna ride)

'Cause you know, I've got God on my side (On my side)

And hey, we all got to die someday

And if you don't know, now you know

Sometimes, I bet Reverend Runn

Looks back like, damn, what have I done?

They created an art form, you turned it to a circus

What the fuck happened to making music with a purpose, man?

Somebody pray for me

I'm out here in a place that I may never leave

A million records sold, I may never see

I'm out here in these streets duckin' felonies, please

I need all of y'all to pray for me

I'm out here in a place that I may never leave

A million records sold, I may never see

Out here in these streets duckin' felonies

Ahh…

I document a lot of deep shit, in my past (In my past)

Did a lot of bad shit, in my past (In my past)

What we won't do to get the cash (Get the cash)

It's the root of all evil, but we must have it (Must have it)

Wonder, if ever, we can have a craps game, where no blood gets spilled

A rap game, where no one gets killed

In heaven, I can see my dad and my grand dad

So you can't tell me that dyin' is that bad

I'm back at it, I'm on that bullshit homie

Suicidal, wishin' somebody'd run up on me

'Cause I'ma try to blow they stomach threw they back

And we can turn this whole mother fucker to Iraq (Uhh)

I've never been more sincere

Than I am when I say, I'm sick of being here

So when I go, don't shed a tear

You weren't cryin' when I got here, seconds old

Screamin' like a motherfucker, wet and cold (Come on)

Somebody pray for me

I'm out here in a place that I may never leave

A million records sold, I may never see

I'm out here in these streets duckin' felonies, please

My little homie says "Mama tried", but he wanna run the streets

And at the crib, there really wasn't enough to eat

For his mama, her boyfriend, and him

So the little homie ball like, damn them

He say "He ain't never looked back, since then"

Spent the last five out of ten, fenced in

We calmed him down, little homie gone in the wind

I remember, back when you could throw him a ten

But he older now and you got throw him a ben

And if you turn your back on him, he be at it again

Robbin' everything, movin', servin' everything smokin'

Savaged by the scavage's, naw, man, I ain't jokin'

So pray for him, 'cause he need Jesus with him

Try to talk to him, but you can't reason with him

God do him like you done me and stay right there

Put my little homie in y'alls prayers, and while your at it

Somebody pray for me

I'm out here in a place that I may never leave

A million records sold, I may never see

I'm out here in these streets duckin' felonies, please

I need all of y'all to pray for me

I'm out here in a place that I may never leave

A million records sold, I may never see

Out here in these streets duckin' felonies