Pray To Allah

Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die But some cry and gets by, while others choose to wonder why His life was took at such an early age A young nigga who lived in a rage died by the gage He used to hustle on the street corners His mom would always beg him to quit but he didn't wanna As he got older, he got even worse 'Til a real nigga showed him the purpose of a hearse A cold night in his hood, he had a tangle The brother he was squabblin' with, had broke his ankle Laid him out in the driveway Some people knew he wouldn't survive but hey I ain't the one to speak up on another's All I can do is try to open his eyes and help the brother He chose the wrong way and that's the route he took Born and brought up as an angel but he died as a crook He had a baby that he couldn't raise And she will never see her father again 'cause he's in a grave I always think about [unverified] "My daddy was a dopeman, so I'ma be a dope dealer" How will the family explain it? "My daughter had a baby for a 'caine head!" He ain't around to see her walk Dry her eyes when she cries, pick her up when she falls Just the thought of a kid livin' fly fucks me up When his girl has to raise a bastard child It gets deeper, he used to punch her and beat her She was loyal to his ass but accused as a cheater She had a good deck but she picked the wrong card Had a kid, now she's realizin' life is hard A big time dope dealer's all she wanted Who drove a Jag or a Benz so she could flaunt it The situation's got me guessin' But the answer remains to be a question He lived his life in a lie I guess you only get a minute to pray, and a second to die It was crazy how it happened Some niggaz rolled by in the Riviera cappin' All I could see was a pistol spittin' rounds And the boy was just screamin' as he fell to the ground A woman yelled, get an ambulance But I knew he was dead, he didn't stand a chance You shoulda seen him, he was scared A bullet goes to his chest and one to his head He just laid there in silence and all I heard was the sirens Paramedics pulled up Followed by a law man and then came a firetruck Put his ass on the stretcher But if he survives, I'm willin' to betcha He'll be out for revenge They patched him up within a week he was back at it again Went to his brother on the North side Grab your shit, it's a hit, we're gonna take a long ride Packed it up in the trunk AK-47, M-11 and a pump Rolled by [unverified] on Scott Street School was lettin' out "Yo, you ain't gonna shoot yet?" "Watch me!" Opened his trunk and grabbed a shotgun He shot him Put his tooly on the front seat Continued his mission, as he headed down the street The kids was just starin' at each other J.D. rolled by and smoked black's brother Reached in his coat and grabbed a 'port Full speed down Reed, shot his mom on the porch On his way down Cullard His brother was just dazed in a shock, "Why you do it?" "Why you shot his moms Jay? Shit" "He, he, he, he, he hah man fuck that bitch" Went to the store to use the pay phone Called up Mack, "Aiyyo J.D. Homey" Hung it up and rolled down Dagger Headin' for the nigga he was after By the time he arrived at the scene Malcolm was ready for anything He tried to sneak around the back way Never thought of bein' taken out on that day Black boy, black coat Stood around the corner as he passed slit his throat He didn't fall so he fired One to the middle of his skull, he's expired A whole army came out Twenty-seven niggaz all strapped out of one house That how it happens in the acre One nigga died in the park in the paper Shit gets deeper but why? I guess you only get a minute to pray and a second to die

We live in trailers and apartments too From California to Kalamazoo Grow up, get married and when that one ends We hate sleeping alone so we get married again Don't wanna be buried in debt or in sin So we pray to Jesus and we play the lotto 'Cause there ain't but two ways We can change tomorrow And there ain't no genie And there ain't no bottle So we pray to Jesus and we play the lotto We love to complain about what we can't fix Mostly mothers in law traffic and politics We tell our kids how hard it was back when Same way our parents did to us back then Thought we'd be different but we're just like them Yeah, we pray to Jesus and we play the lotto 'Cause there ain't but two ways We can change tomorrow And there ain't no genie And there ain't no bottle So we pray to Jesus and we play the lotto We load our kids up in our new used car And after church, we hit the mini mart Behind the counter up there on the wall It reads 200 million on the power ball Six little numbers that could change it all So we pray to Jesus and we play the lotto 'Cause there ain't but two ways We can change tomorrow And there ain't no genie And there ain't no bottle So we pray to Jesus and we play the lotto Like a bumper sticker, like a poor man's motto Times are tough and our time is borrowed So let's pray to Jesus and let's play the lotto

Hey, you left your room this morning Did you think to pray? In the name of Christ our Savior Did you sooth for loving favor as a shield today? Oh, how praying rests the weary Prayer will change the night to day So when life seems dark and dreary Don't forget to pray When you've met with great temptation Did you think to pray? By his dying love and merit Did you claim the Holy Spirit as your guide today? Oh, how praying rests the weary Prayer will change the night to day So when life seems dark and dreary Don't forget to pray When your heart was filled with anger Did you think to pray? Did you plead for grace my brother That you might forgive another who had crossed your way Oh, how praying rests the weary Prayer will change the night to day So when life seems dark and dreary Don't forget to pray, don't forget to pray

Search my heart and know my ways If there's anything impure take it away Ouu, here comes the pain How many times have you saved my life And put the sunshine in my day I've seen so many many good things But I still don't know how to pray My mind has a mind of its own You already know The ultimate test of my faith A testament to what I believe I've done so many many bad things But I still don't know how to pray Feet on the ground Hands open Heart open The Heavens are open Search my heart and know my ways If there's anything impure take it away Search my heart and know my ways If there's anything impure take it away Ouu, here comes the pain Doesn't need to be a three mile jam Just want you to know who I am Don't worry too much what to say Just don't say you don't know how to pray