Pray - Vordul Mega

(Mega feed through the mind like.

… yeah, yo.)

Splash thoughts on a page

Cigarettes be like, batteries when I need to write

All play nice, 'til the sun comes up

Tryin' to come up with flows over drums

While we love blowin' droves

Hard to get by, with a pocket full of crumbs

In a fat state where everybody tryin to cake

And eat it to, no jokin'

Now, ironies of life, got me tryin' to quit smokin'

While I’m smokin', goin' through the motions

Stay floatin', keep the head above waters

All types of emotions

Knowin' the best thing is to maintain

Streets is flames, spoke tryin' to peep our game:

How we played

Puttin' down bets, down the begs

Surrounded by effects

Feelin' like;

soon everything’s gonna be all right

Better tomorrows

No time for sorrow

Keep it up

Got to stay up.

… I’ll pray for us.

[You know what we can do and what we can’t do?

What we can say and what we can’t say?

I don’t know that anymore.

… So I’m in a position that

The only thing that I can say about that is: Fuck it!]

… Stay focused

Even when things seem hopeless

Time movin' so quick

Fall back, and see it all in slow-motion

Head all over the place;

what a mess

Give my best through the complication

Event new ideas and innovate kids

Our future — generations

Dependin' on a strength of role models

Sons that grew up without fathers

All wasn’t bard, but, still tryin' to bill harder

Put in work, life is worth

More than the problems we let boggle us

Through petty arguments

Parents startled of their young ones

Goin' out in the dark, better give them truth

Before they find out for themselves

And can’t get through it

But we learn, mad of how we was raised

In the race, from a little to a lot

Out of the game, makin' no matter

What those that didn’t understand had to say.

[I don’t think they really understand what they’re doing

I think they’re so hung up on maintaining their positions

That the only way that people could deal with this.

… Is to take it in the streets.]

… 'Cuz we, been through the struggle

Now we tryin' to come through

Talkin' about life, and moms — how I love you

Past days full of stress, cigarettes and licks

Piss, but I can’t get sick

Gotta stay up, pray for us

See 'em brighter days

Smiles on our face

Sometimes I want to get away

Stay and lookin' up at the heavens

Devine minds, devisualise the seven

Within concealed sins

Came from the bottom of the bin;

puttin' in bid

And everybody got mad jokes

Growth, gang with hopes

At the end of our ropes

Cats laugh with their folks

Never let problems fade you

Know, everything true, everyday true