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letra de po' prayer - xavy rusan

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now i lay me down to sleep
i pray the lord that i wake again (i wake again)
i wake again, i pray to lord that i

now i lay me down to sleep
i pray the lord that i wake again (i wake again)
i wake again, i pray to lord that i

‘cause i been working in the kitchen with the dirt on my hands (dirt on my hands)
god tell me why n0body love me but you? (love me but you)
born inside the belly with a gun in my hands (gun in my hands)
ain’t no time for pity, got some thuggin’ to do (thuggin’ to do)

working in the kitchen with the dirt on my hands (dirt on my hands)
god tell me why n0body love me but you? (love me but you)
born inside the belly with a gun in my hands (gun in my hands)
ain’t no time for pity, got some thuggin’ to do (thuggin’ to do)

i been workin’ and writing, writing and workin, some mo’
searching for truth, i’m truthfully hurting to know
why many a million live where the murderers go
on a daily dealing with sh-t you never heard of before
see, i got motives of movin’ my mama many of miles
send me the paper for you, even send me the files
i don’t kick it with n-ggas ‘cause their energy wild
you p-ssy by association like the enemy’s child
i’m wandering, wondering really, where they gather the gall?
they hate to see you winning, they be glad when you fall
that’s why i came with shooters, never pass ‘em the ball
who’ll toe tag ‘em and everybody tagging along
see, it’s a tragedy really, had to be silly to try
i can show you the way but is you willing to fly?
breaking down the layers, i be peeling your pride
until i get to the dead center where the feelings reside
look in my eyes, you see they lacking the l-ster, i’m smackin’ a buster
‘cause honestly, i ain’t got the patience to try to deal
everybody dreaming ain’t making it out for real
so i don’t give a f-ck how you take it or how you feel
there’s a war outside the window and everybody a target
i’m worried about the ending ‘cause look at the way we started
i gotta get it regardless ‘cause n-ggas be living heartless
there’s gardeners in the war and there’s warriors in your gardens
so give me a break and give me the sp-ce, i’m needing the peace
give me a legion, i’d lead ‘em with my feet in the streets
i know they hate it, they show it without being discreet
i see the future, i bet i’m never seeing defeat
looking for answers but all they gave me was trauma
i’m tryna cover this drama with plenty packets of petro
so i be kneeling and looking up to the ceiling
i’m praying to get some healing for everyone in the metro
now‌ ‌i‌ ‌lay‌ ‌me‌ ‌down‌ ‌to‌ ‌sleep‌ ‌ ‌
i‌ ‌pray‌ ‌the‌ ‌lord‌ ‌that‌ ‌i‌ ‌wake‌ ‌again‌ ‌(i‌ ‌wake‌ ‌again)‌ ‌
i‌ ‌wake‌ ‌again,‌ ‌i‌ ‌pray‌ ‌to‌ ‌lord‌ ‌that‌ ‌i‌ ‌

now‌ ‌i‌ ‌lay‌ ‌me‌ ‌down‌ ‌to‌ ‌sleep‌ ‌ ‌
i‌ ‌pray‌ ‌the‌ ‌lord‌ ‌that‌ ‌i‌ ‌wake‌ ‌again‌ ‌(i‌ ‌wake‌ ‌again)‌ ‌
i‌ ‌wake‌ ‌again,‌ ‌i‌ ‌pray‌ ‌to‌ ‌lord‌ ‌that‌ ‌i‌ ‌

‘cause i been working‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌kitchen‌ ‌with‌ ‌the‌ ‌dirt‌ ‌on‌ ‌my‌ ‌hands‌ ‌(dirt‌ ‌on‌ ‌my‌ ‌hands)‌ ‌
god‌ ‌tell‌ ‌me‌ ‌why‌ ‌n0body‌ ‌love‌ ‌me‌ ‌but‌ ‌you?‌ ‌(love‌ ‌me‌ ‌but‌ ‌you)‌ ‌
born‌ ‌inside‌ ‌the‌ ‌belly‌ ‌with‌ ‌a‌ ‌gun‌ ‌in‌ ‌my‌ ‌hands‌ ‌(gun‌ ‌in‌ ‌my‌ ‌hands)‌ ‌
ain’t‌ ‌no‌ ‌time‌ ‌for‌ ‌pity,‌ ‌got‌ ‌some‌ ‌thuggin’‌ ‌to‌ ‌do‌ ‌(thuggin’‌ ‌to‌ ‌do)‌ ‌

working‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌kitchen‌ ‌with‌ ‌the‌ ‌dirt‌ ‌on‌ ‌my‌ ‌hands‌ ‌(dirt‌ ‌on‌ ‌my‌ ‌hands)‌ ‌
god‌ ‌tell‌ ‌me‌ ‌why‌ ‌n0body‌ ‌love‌ ‌me‌ ‌but‌ ‌you?‌ ‌(love‌ ‌me‌ ‌but‌ ‌you)‌ ‌
born‌ ‌inside‌ ‌the‌ ‌belly‌ ‌with‌ ‌a‌ ‌gun‌ ‌in‌ ‌my‌ ‌hands‌ ‌(gun‌ ‌in‌ ‌my‌ ‌hands)‌ ‌
ain’t‌ ‌no‌ ‌time‌ ‌for‌ ‌pity,‌ ‌got‌ ‌some‌ ‌thuggin’‌ ‌to‌ ‌do‌ ‌(thuggin’‌ ‌to‌ ‌do)‌ ‌

all my life i been fighting, fighting with plenty of evil
vices and advices k!lling plenty of people
tryna drink the water ‘cause the henny is lethal
but of course the water got plenty of fecal
matter but that is another matter of course
all the information’s just a matter of source
police never seem to know the adequate force
so we just lost another husband who ain’t have a divorce
but see the sad sober truth is, it’s only another day
i bet your president wouldn’t have it no other way
i just spoke to granny, i know that i gotta pray
‘cause when you know the truth, then you know what you gotta say
i’m living in paranoia of purgatory, i gotta move
i gotta get it so every motion a dollar move
and i ain’t needing no company, that’s a lot of moods
so i been searching for silence, i need the solitude
sadly solidarity barely made it here
hard to find a real one, these cowards be made of fear
that’s why i bring the piece like a priest in his later years
and it’s safe to say a sensitive n-gga won’t make it here
you shed a bucket of blood when you stuck in the mud
every time i ask ‘em why they like “f-ck it, because”
just took a lap around the city like “f-ck is the love?”
i’m tryna make it what i want it so f-ck what it was
covered in crumbs, i emerge from the cracks in the ground
i put my problems in a paper and pass ‘em around
loud enough to wake the neighbors, they mad at the sound
tryna dial up the deputy, mad at my brown
my back to the wall battling
straddling blurred lines of where the heating and fanning begin
kinda funny what the people call a legend the government call a weapon
but really he just a man in the end, he just a man in the end
now‌ ‌i‌ ‌lay‌ ‌me‌ ‌down‌ ‌to‌ ‌sleep‌ ‌ ‌
i‌ ‌pray‌ ‌the‌ ‌lord‌ ‌that‌ ‌i‌ ‌wake‌ ‌again‌ ‌(i‌ ‌wake‌ ‌again)‌ ‌
i‌ ‌wake‌ ‌again,‌ ‌i‌ ‌pray‌ ‌to‌ ‌lord‌ ‌that‌ ‌i‌ ‌

now‌ ‌i‌ ‌lay‌ ‌me‌ ‌down‌ ‌to‌ ‌sleep‌ ‌ ‌
i‌ ‌pray‌ ‌the‌ ‌lord‌ ‌that‌ ‌i‌ ‌wake‌ ‌again‌ ‌(i‌ ‌wake‌ ‌again)‌ ‌
i‌ ‌wake‌ ‌again,‌ ‌i‌ ‌pray‌ ‌to‌ ‌lord‌ ‌that‌ ‌i‌ ‌

‘cause i been working‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌kitchen‌ ‌with‌ ‌the‌ ‌dirt‌ ‌on‌ ‌my‌ ‌hands‌ ‌(dirt‌ ‌on‌ ‌my‌ ‌hands)‌ ‌
god‌ ‌tell‌ ‌me‌ ‌why‌ ‌n0body‌ ‌love‌ ‌me‌ ‌but‌ ‌you?‌ ‌(love‌ ‌me‌ ‌but‌ ‌you)‌ ‌
born‌ ‌inside‌ ‌the‌ ‌belly‌ ‌with‌ ‌a‌ ‌gun‌ ‌in‌ ‌my‌ ‌hands‌ ‌(gun‌ ‌in‌ ‌my‌ ‌hands)‌ ‌
ain’t‌ ‌no‌ ‌time‌ ‌for‌ ‌pity,‌ ‌got‌ ‌some‌ ‌thuggin’‌ ‌to‌ ‌do‌ ‌(thuggin’‌ ‌to‌ ‌do)‌ ‌

working‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌kitchen‌ ‌with‌ ‌the‌ ‌dirt‌ ‌on‌ ‌my‌ ‌hands‌ ‌(dirt‌ ‌on‌ ‌my‌ ‌hands)‌ ‌
god‌ ‌tell‌ ‌me‌ ‌why‌ ‌n0body‌ ‌love‌ ‌me‌ ‌but‌ ‌you?‌ ‌(love‌ ‌me‌ ‌but‌ ‌you)‌ ‌
born‌ ‌inside‌ ‌the‌ ‌belly‌ ‌with‌ ‌a‌ ‌gun‌ ‌in‌ ‌my‌ ‌hands‌ ‌(gun‌ ‌in‌ ‌my‌ ‌hands)‌ ‌
ain’t‌ ‌no‌ ‌time‌ ‌for‌ ‌pity,‌ ‌got‌ ‌some‌ ‌thuggin’‌ ‌to‌ ‌do‌ ‌(thuggin’‌ ‌to‌ ‌do)‌

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