Pray for Me

[Todd Nitty] Here's the tale of a young black male Raised in these city streets Out here hustling to make ends meet In a world that's so corrupt That's ran by greed Money and the power For me I'm a survivor I do what I have to and only God can judge me for that So before you cash your stones down on me I want you to take a look at yourself in the mirror And ask somebody to pray for you Cause that's all I'm asking is to pray for me, understand I was born around gangstas, hustlers, and killers Drug dealers with math figures making hella scrilla In the city of Chi the home of the G's If ya don't work ya don't eat that's been the code of the streets As for me I was brought up at an early age Learned how to cook cane started to gang bang And its a damn shame I chose game But see I'ma knuckle headed nigga with no one to blame And I'ma gonna keep on tipping under the street lights And be wondering which nigga wanna take my life Until then I'm staying two feet in front of you haters [chorus] I'm living the street life And I just can't get away I don't know if I'ma gonna make it to another day So everynight I pray Oh I pray I'm living the street life And I just can't get away I don't know if I'ma gonna make it to another day So everynight I pray well I'm surrounded by rats, roaches, and dope fiends My whole world is being weighed up on a triple beam Man I don't know what's in store for me god Will I reach 21 Why is life so damn hard See that's the question that's asked And is there a heaven or hell can the young black live Or will he be chained in the cell I don't know as for me I only trusted a few I had to hustle to survive now what else could I do They say there's chances for everybody that's bullshit That little girl had no chance when that bullet hit I mean it blew to the sky And all you heard was a cry Oh lord don't let my baby die [chorus] Til the day that I die I'll stay true to my neighborhood Fuck with my neighborhood nigga I wish you would Ain't shit changed like oh once said And oh no fool my nigga Fred ain't dead Neither is Pook or Kansas City True og's still here with me My homie boo, boo what up And you know I can't forget about my nigga nigga Novesnake Nightime boats and herbie Shine and Cherelle would ya pray for me I rock genue death so dam sensless Big houses what the fucking radio been missing And there's one more nigga that be true to my heart Mr. Motion you the reason while I'm breaking em off So our I peed em to dead Whole reason was love To that nigga twist for believing in me I got a shorty to feed My priority is to make sure this shit don't have to struggle like me And if I could ask for one more wish I tell em I wanna hug ya 'cause I'm missing ya since [chorus] so I'm asking to pray for me Mamma pray for me Daddy pray for me Baby pray for me Please pray for me Pray for me Pray for me Pray for me