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Pray For Them Lyrics - Mood Muzik 4 - Joe Budden

Pray for me, need y'all to just pray for me 

Pray for me, somebody just pray for me 

Somebody pray for me, need y'all to just pray for me 

Somebody pray for me, need y'all to just pray for me 

Now if it goes to the wire 

I will never fall, I got the soul of a fighter 

Walk barefoot over the coals through the fire 

I thought the toll would be lighter 

Make sure that blunt is rolled a little tighter 

I tell 'em I'm just looking for some piece of mind 

But they say I'm only working with a piece of mine 

If I'm a do it it be on my own accord, no crutch 

Swear to god I've never called upon the lord so much 

Play the corner of the club, laughing at the wanna-bes 

It's ironic cause they everything I wanna be 

Would light a ton of reef 

But that's gon' unleash 

Everything I'm trying to hide underneath 

Then I'd lose all I've earned 

And if there's two things that I've learned 

Is I'm the only thing at stake 

And when you the only thing real 

Really you the only thing fake 

It must be time to escape from that 

And fuck rhymes, might be time to escape from rap 

Why should I be the only nigga to escape from the act? 

So I lie since everybody just escapes from facts 

Yo that sucka shit niggas be on I can't dig it 

Joe won't lose even if you plan to rig it 

Yeah, nothing to prove, with no fear of how I'm depicted 

I'm here, won't move, I don't care to be evicted 

You don't like how I move? 

Well I ain't gonna keep still 

Any nigga want me killed 

Wanna leave me in the streets peeled 

Well if it happens it happens, I believe in free will 

Just know that ain't how we built 

I'll call niggas that'll dead you for a cheap thrill 

When the clips empty, they gonna try to refill 

And I'm a be the dude to try and stop 'em like, "please chill." 

Y'all know all I'm about 

They keep putting up roadblocks 

I keep finding alternate routes 

Now success seems likely everybody wanna try me 

I'm all for it, can't trip me up 

I won't fall for it 

I'm just a man without a care 

Neighbor to heartache, roommate with despair 

Reminded my past is darker 

Cause when A.M. died I was staring at Travis Barker 

Wishing it was something I could say to make him cheer up 

And so I prayed â?? he teared up 

I ain't wanna see him go through that 

The same shit that I feel, never showed you that 

Cause it's none of nobody's business 

And it just makes you look weaker 

Every joke is just smoke 

Look deeper, nevermind, don't bother 

Some of y'all smarter 

Enough ain't got sense that if you try harder 

You'll get a glimpse of everything that I harbor 

We all ain't got the strength to be a martyr 

So to everyone who ever loved me: 

I apologize and I'm sorry 

Wholeheartedly, can't change it's just part of me 

Not music, shit's art to me 

Too fucked up to drive, here's the car keys 

I don't care where we go, get it far from me 

Choices I don't wanna make 

I know I have to 

Worlds going faster 

So my ride or die chose the latter 

I'm looking for a rush out of habit 

Truth is, there is such thing as too much for a addict 

Ain't the nigga I'm belittled as, riddle that, nigga come from middle class 

If you speak to me, show a little class 

Dropped out of school, a nigga couldn't sit through class 

Learned to fall asleep through the sound of a pistol's blast 

I come from where dad taught mom to get high 

She's strong so we still got by 

When I picked up the drug why the fuck was they surprised? 

If it wasn't for your genes I wouldn't lust the supply 

I come from a whole hood, telling me that I'm next 

Handed me a mag, must've known that I was Complex 

They say that you a wild individual 

You just not getting my style, you too typical 

Now everybody got a word for me 

Shit y'all deem important ain't pertinent to me 

Put your opinion with a feather, balance that 

Grab medicine, when the success and the talent match 

Now pray for them 

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