Lyssa True Poet - Pray 4 Em

Pray for 'em
That's all I can do
Pray for 'em
That's all I can do
Pray for 'em
That's all I can do
Pray for 'em
That's all I can do
Pray for 'em
That's all
I'm shooting
I'm shooting
I'm shooting ballistics
Watch them statistics
Study these rounds
I unload on these bitches
I wake 'em up
They don't even know they been sleeping
They unaware car leaking
Liquid on engine combustion explosion
Life early ending I'm dressed in all black
Once again I can't lose no more friends
Barely have those
Peace to my queens draped in oils and Afros
Hot combs scrap those
Love to my natural sis
On a journey of self love and happiness
To my bros why you take your life
Knew the pain was unbearable but
You was gonna be alright
I know it probably never felt like that
But now your son lost his father
How he gonna build like that
It's already a trap
Without the pressure of losing his guidance
This real this all facts
There's no denying
Give you stories of life
That we live through these melodies
Suicide jealousy
Petty crime felonies
Medically mixing and packaging chemistry
Life in a cage got 'em praying for clemency
I'm shooting to kill
Words as my weaponry
Healing my thoughts
From the lies they inject in me
Frauding I spot em
And now they all dead to me
Thanking my higher self
For ascending me
In the midst of all the pressure
White residue on the dresser
White residue on that green piece of paper
Bodies on stretchers
Shooting them schools up
Vibration low but them tools up
No surprise bang bang bang
Trying to prove they self
Trying to make a name
I spit propane watch them spirits burn
No hand outs that's word
I'm here to earn
Can't survive without opposite
So incompetent
Space all crowded with no occupant
King and queens first on the scene to this continent
Where's your document
Show me some registration
Show me that you qualified to run this nation
Patiently waiting
Silver spoon what you basically saying
It's bogus these clowns all portraying
Salute on your way in
Address me properly
Place me in that frame
Don't you go cropping me
Give you stories of life
That we live through these melodies
Suicide jealousy
Petty crime felonies
Medically mixing and packaging chemistry
Life in a cage got 'em praying for clemency
I'm shooting to kill words as my weaponry
Healing my thoughts
From the lies they inject in me
Frauding I spot 'em
And now they all dead to me
Thanking my higher self
For ascending me

Written by:
Alyssa Anderson

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