
Prayers Up Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
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