Pray

Now that we got Barack Obama

They claiming that we equal

There’s a couple niggas eating

We starving as a people

 

When it’s lethal in a city niggas lose their lives

For his daughter he was trying to provide

Twenty-five with an L what they gave him

And now it’s slave labor

Gave him pennies on the hour Under rifles on the tower

 

They forgot about the have nots out here broke

Rolling roaches so the homies could smoke

 

The po-po still come when the sun fall

The AK’s still spray, how many niggas that done passed away

This year alone, niggas still killing mamas at the funeral home

Now it’s post traumatic stress syndrome

 

They call this home, but the corner is a war zone the block is a trench

They still flooding us with drugs, we don’t’ own those ships

They still bringing in the guns, we don’t make those clips

But keep a full one with Teflon tips

 

Yeah we Crip and we Blood, gang banging Vice Lord and Folk

After COINTELPRO came and broke our hope

After J. Edgar Hoover came and broke our homes

 

Now we left with a dream and a pocket full of stones

And my tears fight to hold back the years of pain

A pallbearer for my first friend at 13 mane

Now my whole generation is missing

Lord forgive them for forgetting all we ask is when we call you listen

 

Chorus:

 

We still praying to the sky with a foot in the grave

For the money and the fame we slave

I swear we put our lives on the line for these nickels and dimes

In the streets nigga still ain’t paid

Niggas still ain’t paid man

With a foot in the grave

For the money and the fame we slave

I swear we put our lives on the line for these nickels and dimes

In the streets niggas still ain’t paid.

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