Lyrics The Definitive Prayer - Skyzoo
As
soon
as
the
drum
rolls
I′m
picturing
unloads,
I'm
picturing
one
show
that
gives
them
an
unclosed
Description
of
one
grown,
and
witnessing
son
grown,
"That
boy
good,
and
to
the
greats,
he
the
one
chose",
As
soon
as
the
horns
lift,
I
picture
the
cautious
Becoming
beyond
it
from
fear
of
the
lost
sense,
I′m
picturing
all
them
that
said
he
was
awesome
Retracting
their
talking
for
fear
an
endorsement
May
seal
up
their
coffin,
hammer
to
the
nail,
Metal
to
metal
but
he's
just
planning
to
prevail,
Ghetto
to
ghetto
they
say
he
handle
what
they
rail,
Echo
the
echoes,
and
if
he
handle
what
they
rail,
He's
never
been
settled
so
if
your
handling
is
frail,
He
let
go
the
legos
and
tell
you
"catch
′em
if
you
will",
You
catch
like
D-Will,
well
and
good,
have
you
riding
for
your
team,
Until
you
find
out
you
traded
off
the
bottom
of
your
screen,
Like
"let
me
find
out",
gave
it
every
line
of
what
I
be,
Until
the
time′s
out,
and
this
shit
is
just
not
what
it
should
be,
So
every
glock
that
ever
leans
and
every
shot
that
ever
leaves
From
off
the
top
of
where
that
beam
is
red
dotting
where
you
breathe
Is
in
a
box
apparently
waiting
out
to
hear
from
me,
They
wait
aloud
to
hear
the
screams
and
they
about
whatever
needs,
And
their
hearing's
well
and
good
so
if
they
think
they
heard
a
call,
They
tryna
hop
outta
that
box
and
make
you
sing
the
words
along,
Serenades
warrant
hearing
aids,
ringing
murder
ones,
Blue
and
whites
move
alike
if
they
should
think
they
heard
a
drum,
And
they
justifying
justice,
pulling
triggers
for
the
cause,
I
got
a
big
enough
applause
off
the
strength
of
the
allure,
Saying
this
is
what
it
was,
well
if
this
is
what
becomes,
Then
I
became
what
they
paint
as
the
picture
never
hung,
I
became
what
they
made
as
a
glimpse
of
what
was
won,
The
W′s
at
The
W,
spilling
off
the
hum,
The
one
to
do
what
they
wanna
do,
in
it
for
the
run,
'Til
the
tape′s
broke
in
half
and
I'm
praised
off
of
laps,
Call
it
A-side
B-side,
tape
broke
in
half,
And
my
A-side
B-side
was
made
to
be
exact,
No
40
dollar
replicas
but
all
of
my
etcetera′s
Exemplified
the
inner
sides
of
all
that
my
forever
does,
Live
or
die,
get
us
by,
bigger
signs,
better
runs,
Bigger
rides,
get
inside,
visualize
what
never
comes,
Minimized
inner
highs,
Phyllis
Hy',
level
one,
Say
that
I
amaze
but
I
still
feel
forever
young,
Heavy
is
the
fade
that
should
fill
that
New
Era
son,
Imagine
it
in
front
of
you,
like
packages
that
wanna
move,
So
much
so
that
they
react
without
you
running
to,
So
running
towards
is
all
that
you
in
it
for,
All
the
stones
in
that
crown
is
all
that
it
really
was,
All
them
stones
on
the
ground
is
all
that
you
penning
off,
From
the
pitching
to
the
ditching,
its
more
than
they
get
to
pump,
So
chorus
them
for
the
trunk,
meaning
sing
for
the
drive,
I'm
still
the
peddlers
theme,
they
say
I
sing
for
the
drive,
Now
bring
in
the
reprise,
and
let
the
beat
breathe,
I′ll
let
you
comb
through
the
poem
and
what′s
beneath
these,
I'm
on
my
throne,
pewter
foams
and
the
seat
reads,
That
"you
should
know
you
alone
is
what
the
need
needs",
So
on
the
low
I
know
the
code
& how
to
debrief,
But
on
the
low
I
know
the
dough
is
where
belief
be,
So
all
of
my
encouragement
is
pointed
on
hurrying,
′Cause
getting
it
don't
mean
that
you
got
it,
so
we
gonn′
hurry
this,
And
get
it
until
each
of
us
got
it,
you
say
you
listening,
I
hope
that
when
I
speak
in
these
pockets
you
get
the
gist
of
it,
They
open
off
of
me
in
them
boxes
where
they
be
signaling
Like
"we
see
them
a
block
away,
so
put
all
of
that
stock
away!",
I
come
through,
windows
off,
still
knocking
Rae',
The
Hilfiger
version,
and
I
feel
I′m
in
its
purpose,
So
I
wheeled
'em
where
the
words
is,
pedal
to
the
predicate,
For
the
love
of
money
baby,
decimals
is
delicate,
For
the
love
of
money
baby,
settling
we
never
did,
They
can't
fuck
with
where
this
effort
is,
See
if
I
told
you
everything
I
ever
wanted
to
say,
You′d
either
nobel
prize
me
or
scurry
away,
And
that
nobel
prize
seat?,
I′m
one
up
away,
"A
Dream
Deferred"
will
chauffeur
me
to
one
of
them
thaigs,
Either
a
plaque
or
a
stat
or
a
ribbon
that's
attached
To
a
gold
plated
Alfred,
in-scripted
through
the
back,
Homey
this
shit
is
a
wrap,
if
you
was
bitching
in
the
past,
The
future
is
more
looted,
baby
get
it
how
you
ask,
The
truest
to
walk
through
it,
so
whoever
yall
spewing
To
be
that
guy
back
slides,
I
fountain
pen
baptize,
The
same
shit
that
I
was
with,
I′m
still
in
that
mind,
So
never
mind
who
on
that
side
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