Текст песни Pray Together - Blue Sky Black Death
(Intro:
Hell
Razah)
I'd
like
to
give
all
praises
to
the
universal
father
KnowI'msayin'?
I'd
like
to
send
a
prayer
for
out
there
For
all
them
thug
angels,
you
know?
I'd
like
to
give
a
prayer
for
all
those
that's
strugglin',
you
know?
Askin'
the
Lord
to
have
the
holy
angels
watch
over
them
(Hell
Razah:)
Grandma
seventy-seven,
she
told
me
Hell
we
headin'
So
she
have
conversations
with
Heaven
Grandaddy
still
love
the
caddies,
how
the
young
girls
keep
him
happy
Even
though
he
married
he
nasty
But
he
fight
to
keep
the
family
tight
Make
sure
there
mortgage
is
paid,
there's
food,
clothes,
phones
and
lights
Up
North
he
got
a
daughter
that's
alone
at
night
She
fell
in
love
with
the
modern
day
New
York
City
life
Forty-one,
workin'
two
jobs
for
money
to
come
Got
a
daughter
sixteen
and
a
son
twenty-one
Tried
to
school
'em
how
the
streets
love
to
swallow
the
young
She
tried
to
keep
him
out
the
streets
but
he
followed
the
gun
He
got
two
felonies
and
a
baby
that's
one
And
ain't
nobody
gunshots
ain't
makin'
him
run
On
the
low
his
man
hittin'
his
sister
Meanwhile,
she
got
a
cat
back
on
Riker's
Isle
sendin'
'em
pictures
Tattoos
on
her
back
and
she
hang
with
strippers
Gettin'
paid,
young
age
on
the
stage
with
liquor
Got
a
crush
for
them
Escalades
and
laid
with
killas
That's
why
Grandma
prayin'
that
the
Lord
forgive
us
(Chorus
x2:
Hell
Razah
w/
samples
cut
and
scratched,
sometimes
in
different
order)
A
family
that
pray
together,
stay
together
"The
family
must"
"My
fam,
got
that
good
stuff
at
home"
"Y'all
amongst
the
original"
(Hell
Razah:)
This
for
the
babies
that's
eight
years
old
And
ain't
been
told,
why
people
in
the
blindfold
robbin'
their
own
Mommy
worked
hard
buyin'
her
clothes,
she
cry
in
her
soul
Cause
pops
got
a
habit
of
that
coke
in
his
nose
And
he
background,
James
Brown,
King
Heroin
Forty-five
record
spins
'til
his
song
settled
in
Back
then
we
was
proud
to
be
young
black
men
'Til
the
streets
got
us
trapped
in
sellin'
Aspirin
Helpin'
out
on
the
backrent,
telephone
bills
It
was
eatin'
leftovers,
ain't
no
microwave
meals
Still
pops
made
it
possible
for
the
Big
Wheel
Picture
Good
Times,
was
filmed
in
the
hood
of
the
'Ville
When
the
C.I.A.
plan
got
Malcolm
X
killed
Was
a
conspiracy
they
could've
revealed
The
Farrahkhan
could
make
a
Million
Man
March,
let
the
revolution
start
For
the
families
prayin'
apart
with
broken
hearts
And
the
slaves
that
was
thrown
to
the
sharks
for
bein'
smart
Out
the
dark
come
The
Renaissance
Child
with
ancient
arts
Everybody
hold
hands
and
bow
heads...
(Chorus
x2:
samples
cut
several
times
more
after
hook
finishes)
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