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Pray (It's A Shame)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slaughterhouse
Slaughterhouse
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aiko Rohd
Aiko Rohd
Producer
Crooked I
Crooked I
Producer
Doug Wilson
Doug Wilson
Mixing Engineer
Joe Budden
Joe Budden
Producer
Joell Ortiz
Joell Ortiz
Producer
Royce Da 5'9"
Royce Da 5'9"
Producer

Lyrics

Lord Please continue to guide, direct, and protect my niggas From the world and from themselves Lord, can you please shine that light on your sons? They sent you a million prayers, you ain't answered near one (Oh, it's a shame, baby, baby) It's a shame I'm down on both knees, Father, talk to 'em please All you put 'em through is pain, but will it ever cease? (Oh, it's a shame, baby baby) What a shame What up, world? I'm Joell Sixth floor, project door, broke bell Only child, no brother, no sis Mom's runnin out the door to go sniff My highwater pants don't fit Afro growin all wild, no pic man (Oh, it's a shame, baby baby) Is what my teacher said for class pics My pops? I don't know where he at He left one day, he said he'd be back The stove keep me warm in the winter I'm tired of Beefaroni for dinner My grandmom's got a bad liver I'm just watchin' her fade away Man, I don't know what else to say So, at the end of every day I pray, I say Lord, can you please shine that light on your sons? They sent you a million prayers, you ain't answered near one (Oh, it's a shame, baby, baby) It's a shame I'm down on both knees, Father, talk to 'em please All you put 'em through is pain, but will it ever cease? (Oh, it's a shame, baby baby) What a shame What up, world? I'm the shit I'm headed to Hell in a hand-basket I pop pills, abuse liquor, and kill niggas When I die, God ain't gon' judge, he gon' deal with us That's why them reckless quotes come with my drama My pops while coke-infested, cum in my momma (Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby) I know, right? For those nights that I was havin them seizures For those mornings that I was havin trouble breathin' C'mon listen, I was only a fo'-pound baby So, I grew up into grown and went fo'-pound crazy Daddy was gangsta, mommy was passive Boxin' gloves for Christmas, I needed classes My daddy beat our ass, that's probably why we assassins But he'll do anything for me, Joey, pray for me Lord, can you please shine that light on your sons? They sent you a million prayers, you ain't answered near one (Oh, it's a shame, baby, baby) It's a shame I'm down on both knees, Father, talk to 'em please All you put 'em through is pain, but will it ever cease? (Oh, it's a shame, baby baby) What a shame What up, world? I'm a lost soul Challengin' the devil standin' at the crossroads I just shot a dirty snake with my .38 He shot me too, now I'm waitin' at the Pearly Gates I seen the angel Gabriel and I came real A lame tried to kill me, so I aim steel (Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby) Ask God, is that somethin' that he can't feel? I had a six-shot popper and I brought it with me I put his thinkin' cap somewhere he never thought it would be I didn't son him, he's a daughter to me Instead of hangin' with thugs he's slangin' drugs, shoulda got a college degree But growin' up in the hood'll leave your mind baffled We put haters in the past like time travel That's my murder story, I'm past purgatory I need prayer though, Joey, put a word in for me Lord, can you please shine that light on your sons? They sent you a million prayers, you ain't answered near one (Oh, it's a shame, baby, baby) It's a shame I'm down on both knees, Father, talk to 'em please All you put 'em through is pain, but will it ever cease? (Oh, it's a shame, baby baby) What a shame
Writer(s): Joseph Anthony Budden, Dominick Wickliffe, Joell Ortiz, Aiko Rohd, Ryan Daniel Montgomery Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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