Lyrics Pray 4 Me - Woodie

Pray for me
But don't fear for my safety
The streets raised me
To never let another man break me

How many homies have you lost? How many lives have you took?
If I take a life then save a life will God overlook
'Cause I'm a giver and a taker, gangbangin' money maker
An anti-social might go postal dealin' with my anger
Type of guy, take a quick look at my life and you'll see why
And you'll realize that my thoughts of killin' people's justified
I'm surrounded by killaz with bottled feelin's refusin' to cry
The click I'm from half the homies locked up for life or died
Northside, West Twomp, Antioch that's where it started at
Young and broke killas puttin' -n- major work with five shot starter gats
Rifles were to hard to pack so cut the stock and barrel off
Wit shotguns tucked between our nuts, to disrespect we dared ya'll
Just some teeny boppers out on missions earnin' stripes
Mommas cryin' 'cause their babies comin' home from gunfights
We picked one hell of a life to lead, it seems like we fight to bleed
But deep down there's a struggle don't give up and we might succeed

Pray for me
But don't fear for my safety
The streets raised me
To never let another man break me
Although lately
I can feel the call of death chase me
I've sinned greatly
Lord take me, forgive me, show mercy

Pray for me
But don't fear for my safety
The streets raised me
To never let another man break me
Although lately
I can feel the call of death chase me
I've sinned greatly
Lord take me, forgive me, show mercy

My sanity struggles daily, they living amongst the shady,
If I say what's up, it don't mean we homies unless you know me
Pray you better know just where I'm from
My favorite gun and what I claim
Had my back in circumstances when I was the one to blame
Cause I learned that both friends and foes come and go at shady times
Few stick through the thick and thin, most people evade and hide
Beggin' little b*tch, hollers back a pussy snitch
Mark my words y'all gettin' wooped when the opportunity hits
So forgive me God I still got sh*t on my agenda,
For snitching to detectives, DEA's, or public pretenders,
(?), I hope I qualify
Ain't got the sh*t I plan to do before I die apologize
Don't mean to step upon your toes, but I gotta deal some blows,
(?) to all of those that chose to oppose and expose,
How can I let up, when the innocent homie's set up,
Served with $20 million dollars police force can keep they head up,
17 million dollars off our budget for new technology,
The public wants to know where unsolved murders, where them dollars be,
Scrutinized by the local press for the lack of solving crimes
Is what lead to the false arrest of Snoop to ease the public's mind,
Now he's serving 25 to life, 5 times over that ain't right,
All I can tell is when I ride I ain't giving up my fight, hang tight,
Yea right,
I know he's thinking that I can't help but feel 'em,
So what do I do to the ones responsible, sh*t, kill 'em

Pray for me
But don't fear for my safety
The streets raised me
To never let another man break me
Although lately
I can feel the call of death chase me
I've sinned greatly
Lord take me, forgive me, show mercy