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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jim Jones
Performer
Rell
Performer
Noé
Performer
Starr
Performer
Ron Browz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Jones
Composer
Rondell Turner
Composer
Gerell Gaddis
Lyrics
Duane Bridgeford
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ron Browz
Producer
Eric "Ibo" Butler
Recording Engineer
Narima Miller
Additional Producer
Michael Mikowski
Assistant Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
E&B
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
****, we too close, can't stop prayin' now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain
Every time I close my eyes, I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain, uh
[Verse 2]
****, we too close, can't stop prayin' now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain
Every time I close my eyes, I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain, uh
[Verse 3]
You couldn't understand how much the pain weigh
So in the hood we love the rainy days
'Cause subconsciously, we know the sun's comin'
We love the winter 'cause we know the summer's comin'
Remember I got locked the same night my son was comin'
All I could do was pray that they don't take me away
And Lord knows I had the angel's on my side
They searched the car, I had the hammer in the ride
A miracle on Flat Bush Avenue
I still made it back to say push when she was havin' you
A newer version, a younger me
I want him to go to school and raise him up gun free
I swear, some places, I don't want him to be
And I swear, some things, I don't want him to see
But lil' boy, Daddy loves you truly
So the nights you don't see me, know Daddy's on his duty
[Verse 4]
****, we too close, can't stop prayin' now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain
Every time I close my eyes, I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain, uh
[Verse 5]
What's a poor man's pickle? Survive through the poor
Pull the truck upfront and drive through the store
Had to be a felon, hated bein' pauper
Read the book of life and Satan was the author
Still I was the culprit rather be in Rikers
The bugger had my baby mama ran through them diapers
All of that shittin' and all those Pampers
Grandma layed up with all of that cancer
Lead paint flakin', constantly chippin'
Mama with that dark rum constantly sippin'
A five to my name a bad transmission
For gettin' in the game, that's a bad transition
One flip, one night, I'm olly olly oxen free
And get a newer place with a G
A couple Henny shots I'ma newer man, ready
To go and get paper, the hustler's confetti, I'm ready
[Verse 6]
****, we too close, can't stop prayin' now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain
Every time I close my eyes, I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain, uh
[Verse 7]
I can truly understand
How life can drain all the passion from a man
With just one chance, he can change his circumstance
And get that money, baby, get that money, babe
Let's get this money, baby, yeah
[Verse 8]
****, we too close, can't stop prayin' now
Though it seems there's no end to this pain
Every time I close my eyes, I pray for rain
I pray for rain to wash away the strain, uh
Written by: Duane Bridgeford, Gerell Gaddis, Joseph Jones, Rondell Turner