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smeetheartist - last prayer pt2 كلمات الأغنية

last prayer pt2 lyrics
[verse 1]
i fail to understand why my people never on the same page
we read the same book, we read the same verse
never on the same pace my race accelerates
if being black is bad then we won the race
it’s hard to find a job so we selling crack
there’s no love in this place all these kisses are fake
if she says, “i do”, cash fade divorce rate goes up in flames
schools gat no books teachers under educated too
you can do the math it ‘ain’t so hard to prove
i thought knowledge is food but knowledge is just a fool
‘coz i gat him still can’t afford any food
programmed to spend our cash in this fake church
if jesus is ‘gonn come back he’ll land in this place
we seek pastor’s prayers but hide from god’s face
we beat others it’s a match against our own race
if you can teach one a thing or two
they’ll pass on one’s knowledge ignoring you
the streets treating us like it’s world war 2
it’s a matter of time before we burn up like jews
i work, money goes up like the devil
why god punishing me like i ate his apple
i know tables turn but only when we cleaning tables
i might be born in poverty but i ‘int disabled

[verse 2 ]
the devils headquarters must be flipped here
if jehovah could hear the shii that’s happening here
he will tell his own son that the time is near
he might also fear to come down right here
yesterday i saw a peer
and the fruit of his labor did appear
and the n_gga in thin air disappeared
he ain’t even cared he ain’t shed a tear
shiit like this, tear my heart
and a brother have the guts to leave his own son
or a brother wanna take another life
you ain’t god you don’t have the right to k!ll your own son
despite having no father, the sun is gonna rise up
the street gat fake love it’s gonna raise him up
skip school, make children and say it ain’t you
steal money do drugs that’s your own food
[verse 3]
shiit like this, tear my heart
a brother has the guts to slaughter his own daughter
before she’s even born she’s soaked in salty water
rejected by the man who made her that blotters
your seed is gonna grow with weed at the wrong place
all the moms gat love but they gonna hate her hate
that’s gonna drive her crazy right in her head
all the make up on her face won’t cover what she’ll face
the streets is gonna show her love like a father would have did
tell her, ‘remove your dress if my love you wanna keep’
so she peeped like a hoe then she’s skin deeped
now she pregnant and the cycle repeats
not everything is bad good is also there
when we fall we give each other hands
i saw a brother gat stabbed the whole community load him in an ambulance
my hood gat love but the streets spread hate

[chorus]
i know we kinda made a lot of mistakes
but i pray lord for these streets
i know my people have bought you shame
and i pray lord forgive these streets
a lot of shiit kinda sounds the same
but i pray lord for these kids
i know i made my own mistakes
and i pray lord forgive me
[outro]
but i pray lord for these streets
and i pray lord forgive these streets
but i pray lord for these kids
and i pray lord forgive me

- smeetheartist

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