Lord for my days Oh, I'm living for today, life might be here went away Life is so sweet, thank the Lord for my days Oh, I'm living for today, life might
's half alive The other half's in bed We'll pray for the pigeon or half at least And pray he's not half dead If I know better, I don't know better If
on the jet The guns are drawn and I ain't talking about a sketch I pay these niggas with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for
your head Can't trust it... Where so many tears are shed Keep friends? he keep a 9 instead He know tonight he could be dead No justice... So many troubled
you gotta pay So what the hey, I say Prince Ital Joe: Life in the streets ain't easy All I see is pain and misery I kneel and pray for the betrayed
'em most, iller for the filler But this ya mic, stop foggin' up my glasses Guns for fun, but son I hit you like a jealous Bang leather hanger so get the penis Sorry for
I do is from the heart so it reflect my name Forgive me for my sins father, I feel like I'm goin insane Media criticising me for checking niggas, fuck
darkness came out of the blue I'm locked and loaded Gonna set my eyes on you I'm locked and loaded A prayer and a view I pray to God Nothing left for
The nature of evil In the room, cold as a grave I pray for rescue but no one cares Exposed the truth, raised up from the dead This curse has left a
there And when I die, and when I'm dead, dead and gone There'll be one child born and a world to carry on There'll be one child born to carry on My troubles
so sick of, can't take it, we won't make it, just save yourself this trouble, get down and pray for yourself cause I'm just fine [Guitar Solo] you speak for
mention I'm so sick of Can't take it, you won't make it Just save yourself this trouble Get down and pray for yourself Cause I'm just fine You speak for
dead why oh why do they second guess Gun Control my my my what an ugly mess bless their souls without the dark the stars cant shine i pray for hope
just dead men making trouble This memory is just a dead man making trouble Memories are just dead men making trouble This memory is just a dead man making trouble Making trouble
ground Oh then complain and pray more from above Greedy little pig Stop just watch your world trickle away Oh it's your problem now It'll all be dead
looking for a harder crystal, I'm feeling for something smoother I'm listening for a starter pistol. three sheets to the wind and I'm using clouds for
quit. If not for you, Lord, we won't spit. We do this for all the hip-hop heads, spit Christ cause He's life for all the hip-hop dead. (Repeat Hook
pray for 40 nights Yo, last rites, we fast to blast twice Jedi Mind 252 we mad nice We smash mics and blast too precise Fast 40 days and pray for 40