Pray For Eyes - The Red Chord

I am the mayor

Don’t play games

I will scoop you

I was a man back when you were a child

Don’t you dare talk on me I’m on some real shit

Get back in your cell and pray for eyes

There is no more room for you left in my mind

Nothing beats the original

From grove hill to Upham’s corner

Crack a biscuit

Say hello to the sports coat

Watch what you say and where you throw your shit

It’s a beautiful day for a broken wrist

When you get to be my age you do what you can

Another day in the life of the original grown ass man

You can’t top the original because he is the superman

The devil has my tongue and I’ll prove it

Co-you ain’t shit

It’s a beautiful day for a broken wrist

Who are you?

Who are you?

You ain’t shit

Pray for eyes

Get back in there

Pray for eyes

You can’t beat the original

Take that down from the wall

A true warrior of the cell

I’ll tell you what I’ll do

Sir I’m knee striking you

I’ll take you to the hole

You’re dead

You’re dead

You’re dead

Try to calm yourself

You’re dead

You’re dead you’re dead

I’ll tell you what I’ll do

Sir, I’m knee striking you

And don’t think I’m afraid

Because I’m coming back fifteen deep

That’s how the fuck I roll

Try to calm yourself

You’re dead

You’re dead you’re dead

I’ll take you to the hole

You’re dead

You’re dead you’re dead

It’s all for nothing