Za Prayah pt.I

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All these songs are prayers
All my songs are prayers
When I was a child I wanted to be playa
But all my songs ended up just being prayers
When I was a child I wanted to Be playa
But all my songs ended up just being prayer
So many prayers
Have another prayer

As a child
Wanted to be more slick than Rick
More cool than cube
Make more than 3k
But still remain an Outkast
Scribbling poems
In the back of my class
Nostalgia one hell of a drug
I hope this hit lasts
I'm getting withdrawals on the past
Overdosing on my future
Treat these rhymes as my stash
For whenever times don't suit ya
Always been wearing a mask
So isolation I'm used to
IT
no stephen King
But trauma in every line that's writ
I made script fit,
You bump this shit
Roll the spliff
Time the second verse hits, it's already lit
Truth is I'm
Blindsided by these memories
You always believed in me
Kindness in your tendencies
In losing you
My faith took on a darker hue
Expected to function in a world that treats people me like I'm an animal in a fucking zoo
Oh sorry, sorry
Back to the dope rhymes and melodies
Am I a dealer or addict
Prophetic or your prophecy
Does a seed only flourish when it is popped
Now that's a question I wish I could ask Pac
Do I produce or am I the product
We ain't brought up, we bought up
They sell us as chattel
Cause they know we came from the bottom
So lord hear me
I'm on a ledge looking at the bottom
Looking
Cause

When I was a child I wanted to Playa
But all my songs ended up just being prayers
When I was a child I wanted to Playa
But all my songs ended up just Being prayers
So many prayers

Have mercy on me
Oh Lord Have mercy me
Lord have mercy on my soul
Have mercy on me Oh Lord
Have mercy on my soul
All my songs are prayers
So playa but now all my songs are prayers

Way my life been going I'll cop The Rolex before 25
When I do, I give myself a year before I suicide
How many years can I fucking hide
Make more bags off my art
Still working a 9 to 5
Keeps me grounded
Keeps me up,
What happens when cheques Too big can't justify
My art decrees I'm in the public eye
The apple of your eye
I close my mind, rest me in peace
We'll share minds, shed tears
The blind can't mime
Mimicry is not divine
Images of my synergy
A tapestry of rhymes
You want to kill me?
Do it, press the muzzle right against
My skull
Hold these tears hostage please
Let the lord guide your hand
Bring me to my knees
I rest all case
I will not beg
I will not plea
Can't really swim
Everyday thinking of the sea
This a .Wav file I upload the prophecy
The prophecy
The prophecy
Just let me sea
Just let me sea

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