Prayers Up Lyrics

Please Father no more teddy bears attached to poles

Balloons or tattoos on arms names on windows

Faces printed on clothes

And no more cars full of bullet holes

And no more moments of silence before the shows

And no more singing End of the Road

But I guess that's just the life so many of them chose

Leaving mothers with stuffy nose and faint scent of a rose

But imma pray for better days like the day we say that He rose

And leave flows to bring comfort like changing out of wet clothes

And put these childish things away I suppose

From a child to a man, that's the way that he grows

And that's the way that wind blows but it feels so cold (yeah it feels so cold)

That not enough of them live to grow old

The greatest story to never told but here's the fork in the road

I spit like phlegm over these hymns

And smoke the mic with the smoothness like no stems

But I plant deep seeds for you to take heed

To the messages and read

Shall I proceed oh yes indeed

And get us to the roots of the matter that's what we need

Thoughts so black over these tracks from the vaults

As I lyrically leap like what somersaults

Sold and bought not me I stay free

Like network tv in the eighties and the nineties

I keep the thermostat hotter than nineties on the mic

As I'm blazing this heat over these beats so don't try me

Like a sample in the stores

But when I chop up and loop these samples I'm ample with metaphors

So when one door closes Yah will open others

And when I get through the door I turn around for my brothers

If you know like I know about the golden age of hip hop

Then your happy I still drop songs like this

Over beats like this with flows like this hoping this

Will catch on over streams like catching fish

I still bring it to you like a waiter or a summons before court

The way I formulate reports

The way I'm warming up like the moment before sports

And like winter vacations the way that I'm taking no shorts

I'm still a big fan so it's cool the way I school them

Trying to reach to the youth and reach their parents with the proof

With these loops and chops and these verbs that cop props

And occasional 808 drops that rattle drop tops

It's nonstop in the lab with the math and the science

On the path of those lyrical giants of the past

And the present with the gift cause the gab that I spit

Is reminiscent of the ways they use to give it