paroles de chanson I Pray - Cassidy
} To
get
away
I
got
to
pray
that
I'll
Make
some
cheese
and
get
out
these
crazy
streets
To
get
away
I
got
to
pray
that
I'll
Make
some
gwop
and
get
off
this
crazy
block
To
get
away
I
got
to
pray
that
I'll
Make
some
cake
and
get
out
this
crazy
place
To
get
away
I
got
to
pray
that
it'll
Be
all
good
if
I
get
oout
this
crazy
hood
and
I
pray
1}
I
pray
everyday
for
a
better
life
but
it's
never
a
night
I
ain't
trying
to
get
my
cheddar
right
make
it
better
christ
I'm
on
both
of
my
knees
I"m
trying
to
stop
coppin'
cope
by
the
keys
I'm
sorry
father
but
I
got
to
keep
a
toaster
to
squeeze
I
be
stressin'
cuzz
the
blessings
I'm
supposed
to
recieve
I
ain't
gettin'
yo
I'm
supposed
to
succeed
but
I
didn't
yo
I
didnt
know
cuzz
I
was
naive
but
now
I'm
gettin'
dough
my
son
gettin'
plead
I
hit
the
stage
and
spit
a
flow
I
rip
the
show
and
make
enough
monet
to
but
a
brick
of
snow
I
get
to
travel
to
places
you
never
get
to
go
so
I
got
to
move
from
the
block
I'm
a
lot
richer
yo
I'm
a
lot
sicker
yo
I
make
hits
quicker
yo
when
I
blaze
the
haze
and
mix
it
with
the
liquor
yo
niggaz
know
to
get
cake
I
need
these
streets
so
I'ma
stay
but
Ipray
that
I
could
leave
these
streets
everyday
} 2}
for
a
life
full
of
transgressions
is
heaven
harder
than
inner
are
the
roads
to
the
pearly
gates
all
for
repenters
is
the
harder
the
winter
the
harder
the
sinner
lord
I
blow
so
much
kush
the
answers
hard
to
remember
I
know
I
ought
to
go
to
church
and
pay
my
tides
but
I'd
rather
pay
the
hand
I'm
delt
and
wake
my
eyes
and
I
drop
to
my
knees
and
I
pray
my
god
that
when
you
save
my
soul
you
save
my
squad
cuzz
they
some
viscious
killas
that'll
spare
no
life
they
don't
pray
to
our
lie
and
they
don't
fear
no
christ
so
don't
where
no
ice
cuzz
they'll
run
up
and
clap
you
dummy
which
proves
my
thoery
the
route
to
evil's
the
lack
of
money
so
that's
the
reason
why
I
stack
my
monet
I'm
tryin
to
move
from
these
streets
and
consentrate
on
this
rapper
money
} 3}
man
we
supposed
to
be
family
and
we
all
hood
if
we
all
could
get
money
it'll
be
all
good
cuzz
we
all
street
but
we
all
deep
I'm
tryin'
to
make
more
to
make
sure
that
we
all
eat
until
we
all
fall
then
we
get
fed
then
get
bread
we
hustlin'
to
try
to
stop
sufferin'
yea
I
put
my
L
in
the
air
I
got
love
for
them
and
everyday
I
pray
that
they
stop
strugglin'
for
real
}
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