Prayer
Max Fresco
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I just wanna thank God For my family, my life And for this moment Lotta things are changin Gotta keep it patient Momma we gon make it Imma need a stainless A Beretta, aim it at whoever Gotta keep it clever Bigger and I'm better Lotta things are changin Gotta keep it patient Momma we gon make it Try me it get dangerous A Beretta, guess it's now Or never, knock me down I get up, focused on the cheddar Had to wake up and cook Nine to five and then Seven to eight, I'm Reading books, sharpened Up my mind for a better day They swingin hooks, I'm In the Octagon as a Heavyweight, they say you Down bad with no hope Boy you better pray I had to lose first to start To win, watch me elevate Feeling cursed, frame of mind Spent, I was going crazy High school days, slipped up Almost had a baby, glad though This shit real life, even though ya Fake it, keep the family close Closed doors, only way invitation Had the show after surgery, that's Some dedication, cousin got a Crib paid off, guess the times Changin, other cousin invest In them stocks, TAC daily Family showed me how to Stir the pot, now I'm here Bakin a lot of it, keep in Mind a lot of shit is politics Like congressman, make My mind up, and then bomb The shit, if you rich they Love you, when you down bad Ironic shit, at HTM, God, Otzi Rem, some iconic shit, in life There's some ups and downs I stand up just to balance it I let the people label me the Goat, I ain't announcing shit Practice the pen, and all of My notes, onto of mountain cliffs Mind changin, lookin in the mirror This how God made me, mom's Baby, out here in these streets Feel like young Brady, sobered Up had to take a peek at what the Drugs made me, keep goin, pimpin Hoes, day-to-day, everyday, hold-up I'm losing focus, last year laid up In the bed, I was feelin hopeless God woke me up, I'm here today Just for these moments, blacked Again, pad and pen, thinking like Who wrote this, a lot of ya some Clowns, made it cool, bunch of fools Jokin, fool me once, shame on you I keep all you fools noted, dripped up Louis to my feet, always got new clothing Tommy on me, big bro till I die Far from lil homie, grandma preached All the time, man she above holy Lotta things are changin Gotta keep it patient Momma we gon make it Imma need a stainless A Beretta, aim it at whoever Gotta keep it clever Bigger and I'm better Lotta things are changin Gotta keep it patient Momma we gon make it Try me it get dangerous A Beretta, guess it's now Or never, knock me down I get up, focused on the cheddar
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