We Pray For Better Days Lyrics

All the society is doing is leeching off the ghetto

They use the ghetto for their pain,

For their sorrow, for their culture, for their music

for their happiness, for their movies

I want When they see me, They know that every day when I'm breathing,

It's it's it's for us to go farther

you know

Every time I speak, I want the truth to come out

Every time I speak, I want to a shiver

I don't want them to be like, they know what I'm going to say because it's polite

They know what I'm going to say

And even if I get in trouble

Oh shit, sometimes I see it coming down my eyes,

But I still got to make this song cry

For ghetto kids worldwide

We Pray for better days, We pray for better days, everyday we pray for better days

And every day We pray

Everyday we pray for better days

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Beneath these dark clouds, I can see so many candles lit

And from across the street, mass of ghetto kids dressed in all black

The ambience imbued with sad songs

The deceased Printed on shirt

And on the banners in our hand another soldier down

The short space from our birthdays to our deathdays is filled with nothing but plagues

So much tragedy

It's like we are cursed to go back worse than we came

Lord! why do ghetto kids have to undergo such horrible fate

It's a jungle state

If it ain't this crooked cops hunting us,

Spilling our blood on the concrete and going scot-free,

Then its witches waging war against us while awake or asleep

In order to put out the light of our God-given gift

Fuck this!

Crooked system filled with men of deceit

Reason why you see ghetto kids lie helpless on the streets

Churches are being overseed by liars and thieves

Organized performances all to display their magical tricks

Demonic bullshit

That's why we pray

We Pray for better days, We pray for better days,

(to come our way)

Everyday we pray for better days

And every day We pray

Everyday we pray for better days

Yeah, so now what do you think we're gonna do

That we shouldn't be angry

And my raps that I'm rapping to my community shouldn't be filled with rage

You know what I'm saying

They shouldn't be filled with the same atrocities that they gave to me

In the media, they don't talk about it

So in my raps, I have to talk about it

And it just seems foreign because there's no one else talking about it

I'm representing for them half-nots

Representing for ghetto children

Those the society rejected

You Know what I'm saying

The tale is fucking long…

But the story must be told

The journey's rough

I pray we all get to the end of the road

Failure's part of the process

The good life, we are strive to live

Comes with more than enough stress

We beg Jah for less tenseness

This long night has caught up so many street soldiers from seeing the sunset

Lot of ghetto kids with shattered dreams

Children below the age of six, hawking on this fucking street

Some misused and abused

Some end up the hunters

Meat

Victims whose body parts are used and sold by ritualist

Innocent street kids

Grew up to become thieves, thugs, hoes, murderers, drug dealers

But what I want the system to know is you can never find peace

Cause you're the cause of all the chaos we ghetto kids Undergo on this bloody street

Y'all in the leadership seat are all motherfucking hypocrites

That's why we pray

We Pray for better days, We pray for better days, everyday we pray for better days

And every day We pray

Everyday we pray for better days

So many things to make us feel hopeless, you know what I'm saying

But damn, we keep hoping

You know, in situations of hopelessness

And that's what it is for ghetto children worldwide, you know

There's too much money here

I mean, nobody should be hitting Lotto for 36 million and we got people starving on the streets

That is not idealistic, that's just stupid

There's no way Michael Jackson should have, or whoever Jackson

should have a million thousand, triple billion dollars and then there's people starving

There's no way

There's no way

These people should own planes and their people don't have houses, apartments, shacks, drawers

pants

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