Za Prayah pt.I

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