Prayer For Me (feat. Pastor Stephen A. Green) E

I'm in church right now 'cause somebody prayed for Me. I should've been dead. I could've been in the penitentiary, But somebody prayed for me. Somebody said a prayer for me. Somebody said a prayer for me. Somebody said a prayer for me. Yeah, I guess they said a prayer for me. I'm a blessing, I'm hoping it don't go to Waste. Feel like I'm sickest from catching a case. I'm in neither but when I'm just tryna be Safe on this corner pitching, hope I make it To base. Can't to eat, I'm just saying my Grace. Why you got 12 of them all in My face? Stay away from suckers, they fuck up Your space. Every day I get hunted because of My race. if you ain't my kind, I don't Pay it no mind. Living my life like I'm Living a crime. Way I put on though it Wasn't designed. I keep it straight like I'm walking The line. They wanted me dead 'cause it wasn't My time. You tryna block like it wasn't my Shine. Came from nothing, now it's part of my Grind. I'm here to back it like it's part Of my spine. I know somebody out here said A prayer for me. Know any day my brother Take a death for me. Everyone playing fabulous, I'm The referee. Hope someone give the word and send Enough for me. Tried, I get to tripping, not For real. Know if they owe, I gotta get 'em still. Running, I'm tryna free 'em out the Field. Way they keep aiming, better get a shield. Church in the streets should've had a sermon. I know the ghetto hell and it was burning. Faith shit was foreign to me like it's German. They ain't do nothing for me, I was learning. I gotta get the mil'. I run through the Green like the NFL. Will it ever get better? I couldn't tell. In my life I was drowning, It wouldn't well. They said I wasn't gonna make It to see age 21, but I'm still here. Somebody must've prayed for me. It's crazy when you're being hunted by the streets And the suites, but I, I learned how to Juggle in the jungle because I could've been six Feet under. I've been to hell and I've been To jail fighting for my life because I'm a Resurrection. Because no weapon forged against me Shall My grandmother prayed for me faithfully. I was outside with an eighth on me. She was real, wasn't no make believe. Every day coppers and opps, they was chasing me. I always had shooters that prayed for me. Never been fake so you must be mistaking me. I'm way too solid, ain't no breaking me. You not my kind, stay away from me. Only the real can relate. I know the fakers gon' hate. I know the suckers pray for the day that I fall. Tell 'em just sit there and wait, Sit there and wait. It be a cold day Hell 'fore niggas witness me fail. Cut from a cloth for niggas that go out And get it. I'm 'bout my business for real. I don't just sit there and chill. I'm on my grind, my nigga, all of the Time, my nigga. Never hate on nigga 'cause he Shine. I go and get mine, my nigga. This shit is bigger than rap. I just be giving them facts. Niggas always talking about a nigga getting money. Well, tell 'em that nigga's a rat. Run tell 'em that, tell 'em. I'm the voice of the niggas in the trenches. All the niggas that's really outside on the corners And the benches. It is a blessing I'm still Alive. All that I been through, I coulda died. I coulda been six feet, Mike Brown in the Street, but it wasn't my time. There's beauty that rises up from the ashes, And as the phoenix rises, I too rise again. I shall conquer all that stands in front of Me. I am the answer to my grandmother's prayer. Up above my head, I hear music in the Air. There must be a God somewhere. There must be a God somewhere. Who gon' save my soul now? I sped through life, them laws in sight, thank God I slowed down. I fed my vessel so much liquor that it Broke down. At the bottom of a bottle, Swear it ain't no hoe fine. I'm feeling of being low down, solo, Ain't no bo grind. Lord know those days when I didn't have no Food to eat. My real would touch and mine and we'll just Go to sleep. Someone threw a prayer when I was homeless in The streets. Hail Mary, pray that death don't come for me. Swear there was angels outside of the racetrack and A choir in the background. Every time I left home and I had to Go drive back from eviction like, "What now?" In a bucket on I-20, barely brake. Forgive me, Lord, if I ever lost faith. Suicidal thoughts, 2008. Tell your auntie Mae I'm probably on the way. Chill, too much life for me to live. So much love I can give. All wounds don't kill, but you get scarred in The field. Ain't the same since I healed and Dealt with depression and lack of love for myself Seen through oppression and my need to be heard Despite my knowledge of word. They only notice my aggression and my Black Complexion that I thought made me lesser. That's why my grandparents and parents taught me Better. God bless 'em, I know they prayed for Me.