BLUE SKY BLACK DEATH & HELL RAZAH - Pray Together lyrics

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I'd like to give all praises to the universal father

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I'd like to send a prayer for out there

For all them thug angels, you know?

I'd like to give a prayer for all those that's strugglin', you know?

Askin' the Lord to have the holy angels watch over them

Grandma seventy-seven, she told me Hell we headin'

So she have conversations with Heaven

Grandaddy still love the caddies, how the young girls keep him happy

Even though he married he nasty

But he fight to keep the family tight

Make sure there mortgage is paid, there's food, clothes, phones and lights

Up North he got a daughter that's alone at night

She fell in love with the modern day New York City life

Forty-one, workin' two jobs for money to come

Got a daughter sixteen and a son twenty-one

Tried to school 'em how the streets love to swallow the young

She tried to keep him out the streets but he followed the gun

He got two felonies and a baby that's one

And ain't nobody gunshots ain't makin' him run

On the low his man hittin' his sister

Meanwhile, she got a cat back on Riker's Isle sendin' 'em pictures

Tattoos on her back and she hang with strippers

Gettin' paid, young age on the stage with liquor

Got a crush for them Escalades and laid with killas

That's why Grandma prayin' that the Lord forgive us

A family that pray together, stay together

"The family must"

"My fam, got that good stuff at home"

"Y'all amongst the original"

This for the babies that's eight years old

And ain't been told, why people in the blindfold robbin' their own

Mommy worked hard buyin' her clothes, she cry in her soul

Cause pops got a habit of that coke in his nose

And he background, James Brown, King Heroin

Forty-five record spins 'til his song settled in

Back then we was proud to be young black men

'Til the streets got us trapped in sellin' Aspirin

Helpin' out on the backrent, telephone bills

It was eatin' leftovers, ain't no microwave meals

Still pops made it possible for the Big Wheel

Picture Good Times, was filmed in the hood of the 'Ville

When the C.I.A. plan got Malcolm X killed

Was a conspiracy they could've revealed

The Farrahkhan could make a Million Man March, let the revolution start

For the families prayin' apart with broken hearts

And the slaves that was thrown to the sharks for bein' smart

Out the dark come The Renaissance Child with ancient arts

Everybody hold hands and bow heads...