Braend Lee - Pray to the Lord lyrics

[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 hell 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 pa** 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 nobody 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** It look like you ballin' but sit in the bench f** what you call it My iPhone reported You nikkas need toilets for the sh** 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 Horns 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** 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** 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** Do I do this ? [Hook] You come and you go Don't nobody 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