E-40. The Ball Street Journal. Pray For Me. Zeneszám

(feat. Bosko, Suga-T & B-Legit)

[Chorus:]
Seen a lot pain
Since I was a child
So PRAY FOR ME!
I've done a few things that just ain't right
So PRAY FOR ME!
What I been through would make you cry
So PRAY FOR ME!
I'm trying to change my life
So PRAY FOR ME!

[E-40:]
(Uuuuggghhhh!)
Ain't no dope on the streets mane
I'm behind in my rent
I ain't got nothing to show for all the fedi that I done spent
I told my mom where the cash at
My live insurance policy is the money
She been planning on using to bury me
My ribs touching
My paper struggling mane
All my life I been hustling
Running in place
But can't seem to finish the race
See dudes get whopped in the face
Get plucked like a bass
Flew in the space
For senselessness
That's why I stayed prayed up
And say my grace
Even when I'm blended
Never know when your life is suspended
God can take his arms from around you
And easily end it
At any time, any place, any where
I know my life has been spared on several occasions
Suckas hating
I'm still here
I can block [? ] & never talk again to each other
Why does it take a funeral to bring a family together
Bad weather always looks worse through a window
Stressing and rubbing my temples
I make it look easy but it's really not all of that simple

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[E-40:]
Young dude full of soul food
Mama cooking pork chops
Uncle slapping dominos
Sister playing hop scotch
This was before the block got hot & infected
And everybody knew my grand daddy well respected
Time went on and the game begin
I was loosing comrades either death or the penn
I was loosing comrades but I'm stacking them ends
We ever go to 600 we losing our friends
When grand mama passed that's when it all went bad
Aunties taught my cousin fighting is bad
In the snow Thanksgiving is like the ones we had
And it's sad
So I express through a pen and a pad
I'm on my 3rd wind pimpin'
And knowing Jesus is with me
Ain't no weapon form against me
Back in common defeating
Posted in the cut til those angels come get me
Until that day homie
Just pray for me

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[E-40:]
My kinfolk
My baby momma on welfare
They house is bigger than ours
Cause they got section 8 vouchers, W.I.C. & benefit cards
My home girl daughter diabetic she like to eat a whole lot
She only 9and a half and taking insulin shots
My dude got a heart condition his ankle be swollen
Cause he got high blood pressure and he refuse to quit smoking
But I'm no better than ya'll
I like to drink alcohol
Break out the pen and start writing about the things that I saw
Like kilo grams of that hard and Peruvian flake
Wrapped in aluminum foil and duck tape
Bust open and throwed in the pot
Foamy and mush
Melted & locked in a shape of a gigantic size white cookie
Put on the towel to dry & broken down into zips
Quarters & half of 16's and yola get flipped
I maintain my faith in GOD cause it's just a test
Repent, we confess
Ask for gratefulness, yes I'm blessed

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[Bridge:]
I'm here right now
I need ya'll to take this pain away
I'm trying
Feels like I'm dying
I need ya'll to pray for me
Oh Lord
Every time I look around
Somebody got something to say
I need ya'll to pray for me
I'm trying to do the right thing
PRAY FOR ME!