How To Pray

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,