Crooked I - Pray (It's a Shame) lyrics

[Intro: Joe Budden] Lord.. Please continue to guide, direct, and protect my n***as From the world, and from themselves [Hook: Joe Budden] Lord can you please shine that light on your sons They sent you a million prayers, you ain't answered near one {"Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby"} It's a shame I'm down on both knees, Father talk to 'em please All you put 'em through is pain, but will it ever cease? {"Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby"} What a shame [Joell Ortiz] Yaowa! What up world? I'm Joell Sixth floor, project door, broke bell Only child, no brother, no sis Moms runnin out the door to go sniff My highwater pants don't fit Afro growin all wild, no pic man {"Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby"} Is what my teacher said for cla** pics My pops? I don't know where he at He left one day, he said he'd be back The stove keep me warm in the winter I'm tired of Beefaroni for dinner My grandmoms got a bad liver I'm just watchin her fade away Man, I don't know what else to say So at the end of every day I pray, I say [Hook] [Royce Da 5'9"] What up world? I'm the sh*t I'm headed to Hell in a hand-basket I pop pills, abuse liquor and k** n***as When I die, God ain't gon' judge, he gon' deal with us That's why them reckless quotes come with my drama My pops while coke-infested, cum in my momma {"Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby"} I know, right? For those nights that I was havin them seizures For those mornings that I was havin trouble breathin C'mon listen; I was only a fo'-pound baby So I grew up into grown and went fo'-pound crazy Daddy was gangsta, mommy was pa**ive Boxin gloves for Christmas, I needed cla**es My daddy beat our a**, that's probably why we a**a**ins But he'll do anythang for me; Joey pray for me [Hook] [Crooked I] What up world? I'm a lost soul Challengin the devil standin at the crossroads I just shot a dirty snake with my .38 He shot me too, now I'm waitin at the Pearly Gates I seen the angel Gabriel and I came real A lame tried to k** me, so I aim steel {"Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby"} Ask God is that somethin that he can't feel I had a six-shot popper and I brought it with me I put his thinkin cap somewhere he never thought it would be I didn't son him, he's a daughter to me Instead of hangin with thugs he's slangin d**, shoulda got a college degree But growin up in the hood'll leave your mind baffled We put haters in the past like time travel That's my murder story, I'm past purgatory I need prayer though, Joey put a word in for me [Hook]