Braend Lee - Praying

Turn me up on the headphones, I hope they feel me on this one, just listen
I'm still picking up pieces, still fighting off demons, demons, praying, praying, praying
I'm still plotting and scheming, giving in to my demons, demons, praying, praying
I'm still picking up pieces, still fighting off demons, demons, praying, praying
I'm still plotting and scheming, giving in to my demons, praying, praying, praying
Always, always, I had a focus. Always, always, I couldn't afford it
Always, always, my mom's deported. Always, always, she couldn't afford it
So I stole that Honda so I could accord it. Drinking, driving, was even smoking
Past the chronic, puffing pot, ducking cops, I crashed a whip
Hit and run, drove fast as shit. Caught a case, not talking cris
I was mad, my pops was pissed. Going through all kinds of shit
I was young in middle school, missing days, just feeling cool
Older heads would ridicule. May look dumb, but I ain't a fool
Look up now, I empower you. Kicking knowledge, spilling pain
Minutes, hours, change the game. Time is ticking, are you over rain
Or your reign is over? I could give you drive, but it ain't a rover
I've been feeling lucky, I don't need a clover. And if God's above me, then I need him Closer
Bring him closer
Show me more
Show me more
This holy war, it's all I know
I'm still picking up pieces, still fighting off demons, demons, praying, praying, praying
I'm still plotting and scheming, giving in to my demons, demons, praying, praying
I'm still picking up pieces, still fighting off demons, demons, praying, praying
I'm still plotting and scheming, giving in to my demons, praying, praying, praying
Fuck death, I will never fear. I've been through a lot, I don't ever share
I've been feeling dead for like seven years. I've been stuck in hell, where's heaven here
I ain't trying to fail, trying to persevere. Got no time to kick it, I've been on a mission
I've been having visions that I'm getting richer. Bible stories written out through scriptures
If you're trying to play, different kind of ways. I could levitate for a thousand days
Pick a time and place, you could smoke that blunt. We in hell, so what? Go to jail for What
We ain't do shit, I ain't shoot shit. You harassing me, far as I can see
My apologies, for you grabbed the heat. Don't body me, got a family
Got a mom and sister and a little brother. I ain't seen them niggas in a couple summers
I've been living wild since a little child. Trying to figure out how to make it out
I've been feeling stuck, man these feelings suck. When they call my phone, I just don't Pick up
I don't feel alone, I just fill my cup. Take a couple percs just to numb it up
Numb it up
Numb it up
Numb it up
Demons knocking
Demons knocking
I open up
I'm still picking up pieces, still fighting off demons, demons, praying, praying, praying
I'm still plotting and scheming, giving in to my demons, demons, praying, praying
I'm still picking up pieces, still fighting off demons, demons, praying, praying
I'm still plotting and scheming, giving in to my demons, praying, praying, praying

Written by:
Braend Lee

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