- Song Name: Pray
- Artist Name: Jay-Z
- Album: American Gangster
- Songwriters: Alan Hawkshaw, Deleno Matthews, Levar Coppin, Sean Combs, Shawn C Carter
- Release Date: 2007.11.06
- Label: Roc-A-Fella
LYRICS FOR "Pray"
Deliver me from my enemies
Defend me from all those that rise up against me
Deliver me from the work of inequities
The Savior from the blood of me
Look
Meet the vicious mind of Motown's Berry Gordy
Turn crack rocks into a chain of 40/40's
Sorry
Slid into the party with my new pair of Maury's
America meet the gangsta Shawn Corey
Hey young world wanna hear a story?
Close your eyes and you could pretend you're me
A cut from the cloth of the Kennedy's
Frank Sinatra having dinner with the Genovese
This is the genesis of a nemesis
Mother America's not witnessing
The Harlem renaissance birthed black businesses
This is the tale of lost innocence
As the incense burns and the turn tables turn
And that Al Greens plays
I see my mother's Afro
As momma taps her toes as she rolls her jays
And my poppa just left the house
In search of the killer of my Uncle Ray
And she's trying to calm my nerves
As I observe this is just one day
And what tomorrow has in store
We could never be sure so all we can do is pray
Because of your strength
While I walked upon the
For God is my defense
As I head towards my home room
I observe the rooms though needles on the ground
I hear a car go vrooom drug dealer
In the BM with the top down
As the girls start to giggle I ask
Why you laugh? They say
One day you'll understand when you become a man
'Bout things you have to get you
Fast forward freeze frame on my pistol
Fist full of dollars ignorance is so blissful
I didn't choose this life
Around here is the s*** that you just do
I just left school
Is pulled over by the boys dressed blue
They had they guns drawn screaming just move
Unless there something else you suggest we can do
He made his way to the trunk
A treasure chest was removed
Cops said he'll be back next month
What we call corrupt he called paying dues
Now when the rules is blurred as the ace of word
What am I to do but pray
Pray guys
Pray
Deliver me in thy righteousness
It cause me to escape
And climb thy air until
Save me Lord
Anyway there's oppression the drug profession
Flourishes like beverages refreshing
Sweet taste of sin everything
I've seen made me everything I am
Bad drug dealer or I victim I beg
What came first moving chickens or the egg?
This is why I be so fresh I'm trying to beat life
Because I can't cheat death
The truth is the shamelessness
Ain't stainless is that aim this is
You know who's game this is move Coke like Pepsi
It don't matter what the brand name is
I stand behind mine
Everything I do I'm a man behind mine
I'm not a angel I'm sure but every night before I lay
I drop my knees to the floor and I pray
The name shall endure forever
The name shall continued as long as the sun will
Men shall be blessed in him
All nations shall call him blessed
In Your name I pray
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