Pray

I'm just saying what I've seen
I'm just saying what I've heard
I'm just saying what I've done
I'm just sayng what I've learned
Before you criticize me
Don't say another word
Don't say another word
Don't say another word i've seen bruddas die
I've seen mothers cry
And as her eyes see free
I wish police were colour-blind
I almost never reached my full potential
But this cater-nigga became a butterfly
Nahmean, this caterpillar became a butterfly
Summer time and the murder rate
Took a turn for the worse again
I've been adverse of pain
Until I burst a vein i heard a rumour that
Could've got somebody killed
You know, certain names
I might know who the person is
In fact, I might know who the person ain't
But people become who they impersonate
We all do bad things we got the tensions
Hopefully we don't burn in vain
Preacher, preacher, preacher
Tryna reach us with the sermon
Pray, pray, pray
Preacher, preacher, preacher
Tryna reach us with the sermon
Pray, pray, pray

Signs of the end of the world life or death
Heaven or hell signs of the end of the world
Life or death heaven or hell

The lord is my shepherd i shall not want
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures
He leadeth me beside the still waters
He restoreth my soul
He leadeth me in the paths of
Righteousness for his name's sake
Yea, though I walk through the valley
Of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil: for thou art with me
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me
Thou preparest a table before me in
The presence of my enemies
Thou anointest my head with oil
My cup runneth over
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
All the days of my life
And I will dwell in the
House of the Lord forever (and ever)

I'm just saying what I know
I'm just saying what I like
If I don't say it from my soul
Then I won't say it in a rhyme
Before you criticize me, hush
Don't say another word
Don't say another word
Don't say another word
I've seen sisters lose all self-respect
For the niggas with the wealth
They'll never respect themselves again
If only your name didn't ring any bells
You'd be a brand new girl again
Now you've got your middle
Finger to the world
Fuck everybody in the world she said
Literally doing just that
Will these injuries ruin us, man?
I got history pursuing her, fam
On victory, clued me up it's not a mystery
You become brand new enough about me
And enough about her
But are the parents to blame
When the children are coming out worse?
Most of my friends have sentences so long
I've forgotten who's coming out first

Now I lay me down to sleep
I give the Lord my soul to keep
Now I lay me down to sleep
I give the Lord my soul to keep
Now I lay me down to sleep
I give the Lord my soul to keep
Now I lay me down to sleep
I give the Lord my soul to keep