How To Pray Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, aunt Desiree, I love you, uh, uh, I can feel you in the room, yeah, uh, uh

My judgment still cloudy, from the storm, I just been through it alone, I had to learn on my own

How to pray, and way back as a child and even up until now, I still got questions on how to pray,

Can't help how I was raised, I know I'm stuck in my ways,

I'm working so hard to change,

I pray,

Uh, uh, first time I seen the crack pipe was in my toy chest,

My auntie was a fiend and I loved her, but from that moment I judged her, you know the stigma with addicts and how we treat them,

The family gon' turn their back on them when you need them the most, And my grandma showed me pictures of her when she was younger, couldn't believe it when I seen her, the beautiful woman,

Desiree was her name, eyes green,

She used to be prom queen, now just a prom fiend, well at least all my friends saying that, making fun of her,

I'm embarrassed out in public when I see her, she used to come up and kiss me on my cheek,

And grandma told me that she's sick and don't eat or drink behind her, cause she got HIV,

The miseducation of me, cause when I got older, I seen the truth,

When she got clean and granny kissed her right in front of me, in front of company, I saw the comfort be the love, I asked my auntie how she beat the drugs, she said she ask herself the same question everyday, but it taught her how to pray,

My judgment been cloudy from the

storm, I just been through it alone, I had to learn on my own, how to pray, and way back

as a child and even up until now, I still got questions on how, to pray,

Can't help how I was raised, I know I'm stuck in my ways, I'm working so hard to change, I pray,

She had a n***a named Simpson that fix cars, and used to act like he ain't know that she smoke hard,

used to bring his funky ass by the crib, but he was always good to her, so

The family really couldn't be too mad at this n***a, uh, but on my mind this was confirmation

of conversations I overheard from my mom talking about n****s are fuck anything, I'm

telling you, I think she underestimated the power of how much that n***a loved her,

I swear I looked in his eyes and I saw sometimes the way he looked at her is more than physical

More like spiritual, like she a blessing to him, and the love was unconditional, even in her condition, and that's the shit that made me look at aunt Desiree different, I had to watch

Her go through N.A. programs, and adopt kids that wasn't hers, cause my uncle got strung out and turned her life around, to realize how much I love her now, but it's too late to say as she laying in the grave, but it taught me how to pray