The Prayer

[Black Child]<br>Ghetto gospel<br>All thugs gotta pray<br>Hear me Lord, yo<br><br>If killin niggaz is wrong, God forgive me for my sins<br>and all my evil thoughts like fuckin my girlfriends<br>God bless my family, and the bitch I bagged in the Camry<br>and any extra guns that come in handy<br>Not to play but pray for things that`s corrupt<br>But the Lord knows this world, is all fucked up (uh-huh)<br>In God`s eyes, every nigga is created equal<br>To some crackers, we evil cause we livin lethal (Fuck `em!)<br>And anything we gots to get, gotsta get got NIGGA<br>Even if somebody, gotsta get shot NIGGA<br>Why not? A whole lot of thugs died on my block<br>And I see the killer`s still free, so fuck cops! (Fuck `em)<br>We got no love for the Lord, that`s why we pack gats<br>When them shots pop, bitch cops, where they at? (uh-huh)<br>Probably somewhere, at Dunkin Donuts<br>while Black Child got niggaz on the corner with they hands cuffed<br><br>[Chorus: Black Child]<br>Now let me load my heat, before I go to sleep<br>And pray to God I don`t end up six feet deep<br>Cause if I die, before I wake<br>Let me die on some pape`s and all my niggaz at my wake<br>I said, if I die, before I wake<br>Let me die on some pape`s and all my bitches at my wake<br><br>[Black Child]<br>God, please forgive me for all my sins Lord, please - Psalms 23<br><br>The Lord is my sheppard and the gun`s my weapon<br>Reppin my upper sections (yeah) they blessed with protection (nigga)<br>It`s nothin on this earth, that my soul should warn<br>Copped a house, a big Benz, all my friends puff blunts<br>Nigga we lust to bust, and guns we trust<br>The gods copped me a path, now that`s right-eous<br>I`m tight cause my peeps was breathin they last breath<br>Where we was, bubblin, in the, valley of death<br>I went to jail and end up bein the last nigga left<br>Now I, fear no evil and hear no evil<br>Just threw the silencer, on my Desert Eagle<br>Nigga to free my people, I`m prepared for the enemy<br>And thugs who won`t pull out and put slugs up in me<br>Lord gave me the energy, now pass the Hennessy<br>Word to God, all y`all niggaz is gon` remember me<br>Heh, Black Child, Black Child<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Black Child]<br>Shit, if I die<br>Lord, have mercy - street niggaz pray<br><br>Now let me hit the streets so my kids could eat<br>Compton! Oakland! Inglewood! Long Beach!<br>All the thugs in the street got love for me<br>Hollis! South Side! B.K.! Q.B.!<br>I don`t give a fuck nigga, I die for I-N-C<br>And ride for, e`ybody that`ll ride for me<br>All my bitches out there that gave me slow nizzie<br>when bottles of Remi, keep `em so pissy<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Black Child]<br>There`s no lookin back<br>Word to God<br>Bless all my hood people, all my good people..<br>Aight c`mon nigga, let`s go..