Lyrics What I Prayed for - Abiv , Eshon Burgundy
Still
got
issues
with
almost
being
murdered
At
times
still
tryna
justify
a
pistol
purchase
Even
though
the
blood
of
God
nullified
the
hurtin'
I
just
pay
attention
like
I'm
listening
for
the
verdict
I
could
see
and
hear
everything,
audio
and
visual
Peripheral,
guard
my
perimeter
with
principles
One
nation
under
God,
still
indivisible
All
though
I'm
far
from
it,
they
still
look
at
me
like
I'm
a
criminal
You
know
the
streets
know
one
thing,
Heaven
is
real
And
Yeshua
is
the
only
way,
there's
no
appeal
Why
are
we
acting
like
media
ain't
a
A&R
Teaching
there's
no
right
and
wrong,
erasing
God
Micro
chip
season
is
upon
us
We
on
suicide
watch,
they
praying
we
do
the
honors
45
spraying
on
behalf
of
our
problems
Making
do
or
die
statements,
but
the
facts
we
don't
acknowledge
Cult
logic
thinking
robotic
Material
world
making
dollars
off
narcotics
And
things
ain't
always
what
they
seem
Remember
them
nightmares
always
start
out
like
a
dream
Praying
to
be
honest
the
Father
would
intervene
American
dream
sold
as
a
product
to
the
fiends
Bible
tell
us
that
we
can't
serve
God
and
money
People
put
God
on
the
money
and
told
us
they
were
the
same,
Lord
please
I
see
pain
on
the
street
I
see
hurt
in
their
eyes
I
see
crooked
police
When
will
justice
arrive
You
said
this
is
how
we
should
pray
for
your
kingdom
So
Father
in
Heaven
no
please
let
Your
will
be
done
For
me,
I'm
going
after
the
heart
of
the
Almighty
Law
abiding
citizen
of
Heaven
Tradition
is
a
weapon,
religion
is
a
lame
Unless
it's
the
last
verse
in
the
first
chapter
of
James
I
have
no
desire
to
ever
master
the
game
More
concerned
with
my
body,
rather
master
my
frame
Rather
master
my
thoughts,
that
would
make
me
insane
That
would
make
me
the
illest,
that
would
make
a
king
Holla
if
you
hear
me?
Yell
if
you
feel
the
same
Salvation
is
more
than
I
could
ever
attain
Property
of
the
Lord,
not
property
of
a
flame
The
only
way
I'll
win
if
a
prophesy
I
became
All
the
status
and
the
fame,
the
furthest
thing
from
my
mind
Could
been
had
a
chain,
ain't
nothing
to
commit
a
crime
All
the
money
in
the
world
couldn't
buy
me
enough
time
Tryna
down
pay
forever
God
wouldn't
take
a
dime
And
ya'll
ain't
fooling
me
with
that
foolery
in
ya
rhyme
Drunk,
throwing
up
with
ya
mind
over
the
john
Blatant
hatred
and
a
disrespect
for
women
Only
toward
another
man
you
feel
safe
professing
feelings
Politics
are
tricking
us,
landlords
evicting
us
In
the
school
of
thought
we
hang
in
the
halls
please
come
visit
us
Land
of
the
lost,
land
of
the
propaganda
and
art
See
the
Son
of
man
standing
far
off
and
go
hand
Him
your
heart
True
love
I
see
pain
on
the
street
I
see
hurt
in
their
eyes
I
see
crooked
police
When
will
justice
arrive
You
said
this
is
how
we
should
pray
for
your
kingdom
So
Father
in
Heaven
no
please
let
Your
will
be
done
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