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letra de pray to the lord - braend lee

[verse 1:]
no food on a nikka plate, just ate what that mean ?
more slanging
more banging
life’s lost on that project bench
ask jay, hova couldn’t save them
the white man chained em
white man slaved em
straight racism
all h-ll break loose straight satanism
lucifer lucifer
who to trust ?

there’s no one
not me or myself
pull a gun on myself
tired of asking for help
lord
where you at when a nikka down low
where you at when all of these clowns come around
lord
look up to the sky hoping i get found
for i drown lord
i can’t even swim
feel my light getting dimmed
demons within
walk around blind in the city of god
kneel to the cross
ironic to me ain’t watch jesus bleed and still i believe that he did it for me
but my soul going need saving
feel your force as i’m breaking
down all these walls
tears down my eyes

i’m fighting for love
i’m praying for peace but i’m stuck in this war
i’m trynna survive
i’m staying alive but i’m dying inside
walking outside where young nikkas ride
the homie was g shine his flag to the sky
he died by the piece
no love in these streets
you live by the sword and die by the heat
you blink then you gone
life’s pretty fast
i’ll carry you on in my heart till i p-ss
locked inside cells cause coppers was watching
grams steady chopping
supply for these projects
these nikkas be wildin’

[hook]
you come and you go
don’t n0body knows
when the lords gunna call
so just pick up the phone

when is your turn to go
and walk down that road
we pray for your soul
we’ll pray to the lord

[verse 2]

can’t take it all back
i say what i think can’t blame for that
my hands on the sink they dirty from rap
you rappers extinct
that mean that you stink careers full of sh-t
it look like you ballin’ but sit in the bench
f-ck what you call it
my iphone reported
you nikkas need toilets for the sh-t that you talking
you nikkas retarted
i brought you a coffin
i got it imported
get mopped with your dreads
shots to your head
i ain’t missing my target
i’m building my bread
they got me on offense
i come for your neck
leave spinal chords broken
now feel disconnect
i’m ready to charge em
h-rns on my head
i bet that i can beat all of them
the odds was against so nikka don’t tempt me
police could arrest me
these fans could forget me
but truth going be truth f-ck all these rappers
who rap how they do
i’m sick and i’m tired of hearing bout dudes
who slang bang and shoot and rap like they stupid
my message to you is don’t get influenced
them nikkas that talk it ain’t really do it
betraying they friends these nikkas is judas
know how to pretend
you come then you go
so keep it the truest
i prolly won’t blow just want you to know
that f-ck it i do this
one life to live
i gave it to music without it i’m lost
i’m trapped in a maze
a slave to a page i rhyme from a pulpit
they giving me praise like a god but i’m human
god how tha f-ck do i do this ?

[hook]
you come and you go
don’t n0body knows
when the lords gunna call
so just pick up the phone

when is your turn to go
and walk down that road
we pray for your soul
we’ll pray to the lord

- braend lee

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