My mother told me, before she passed away Said son when I'm gone don't forget to pray 'Cause there'll be hard times, hard times, oh yeahyeah Who knows better than I? Well, I soon found out, just what she meant When I had to pawn my clothes, just to pay my

Who gon' ride wit' me? And gon' ride wit' me? Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, dang YeahYeah, from the cracks and the holes in the pavement Ain't no hope for the youth, Lord, save me Gotta smile through it even though you hate it All I ask is

My projects I'm a rep to the fullness When I'm in this world Just pray for me Pray for me, pray for me Pray for me, pray for me (yeah) Pray for me, just pray for me (It's over nigga) Living life with all this thugness, destruction this violence You know

Dear god, when I wake up, please can I have wings on my penis? amen Uh yo huh yeahyeah let's do this Hey, yo, fuck this shit, I prayed to god but he forgot this kid Woke up and I was like, "I can't believe this, still ain't got no wings on my penis" Penises

Sunday morning, I forgot my prayer I should have been happy, I still be there Something could have come and taken me away But the mainman felt Sly should be here another day That's why I got to be thankful yeahyeah, yeah I gotta be thoughtful Ah ha thankful,

I bleed it out Digging deeper just to throw it away Just to throw it away Say your prayers and stomp it out When they bring that chorus in YeahYeah, here we go for the hundredth time Hand grenade pins in every line Throw 'em up and let something shine Going

I've been thuggin' through my rainy days for days (Uh) I ain't really tryna hang today, today (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I need changes in a major way (Yeah, yeah, yeah), a way (Uh) I just pray I never fade away, away Nigga, I wear fur coats in the summer, nigga

Devil's here to fool ya Teach me how to pray And we can do drugs and we can smoke weed and we can drink whiskey YeahYeah we can get high and we can get stoned And we can sniff glue and we can do E and we can drop acid Forever be lost with no way home YeahYeah we

Four A.M., praying, can I get some rest? Dreams of suicide and a need for death "They changed so much, you know what I'm saying? How did these two motherfuckers, from New Orleans How did they change, how did they change music?" Yeah, I was the wave, but

Father, we seek your blessing Everyday our children cry Although some of us are missing Restore life up for I and I Slippery, slippery out deh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (There's no get away) Oh yeahyeah, Jah, Jah, we pray Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, yeah It no