Benny the Butcher - Prayer Hands lyrics

"Okay, as a young man in the streets i was
Street poison obligated to a life in the
Streets and I came up under guys that was
Hustling in the streets and because I seen
Them hustling then I began to
Hustle and the hustling
… and being street poison caused me five
Life terms and a 135 years of federal state
Prisons never to walk the streets again"

Somebody must be praying cause I
Ain’t ‘pose to make it
I think about it every time
I see my kids’ faces
My pops wasn’t around and my
Momma was free basin’
I was always on the grind
In and out of police stations
The legal system love to see
A young nigga fumble and all my city is
Is just a young nigga jungle
They get it how they live
I watched them young niggas hustle
Bob and weave like Ali "Rumble
Young nigga rumble!"
And I was hard headed ain’t
Nobody wanna talk to me
I was sick on filling-up on
Hotdogs and pork and beans
Caught a dope case
Paid a lawyer and he fought for me
My momma said a prayer and my
Wife came to court with me
Guilty as charged for whipping that hard
Just to feel normal I had to sit in that car
But none of that matters when
You sit behind bars
Piss and shit in that stall
Blowing sticks in that yard
Nowadays they don’t know the
Meaning of a boss
When I was up top I heard my team took a loss
The set got intercepted
My people took a charge
We ain’t even sweat it, moved on
Shook it off if I was in the town
That probably would’ve been me
Whole brick rottin' in a rented SUV
Life taught me this even freedom ain’t free
I say a prayer every night
Right before I go to sleep
I could’ve been a lawyer instead
I was a gangster
All worked out for a nigga so I’m thankful
Strays hitting kids, niggas dying over paper
In my hood'll still ride like I
Just filled the tank up
I ain’t that spiritual but
I’m a walking miracle
We used to be poor, for dinner we ate cereal
My grandma had died I miss
You and still cherish you
Cried in front of my whole
Family at the burial
My daughters probably know every
Verse from Rihanna
But we don’t go to church so they
Don’t know a verse out the Bible
That mean I gotta teach ‘em
Tell ‘em how Jesus was a king and a prophet
You’ll find him if you seek him
So, say a little prayer then
Put one in the air my beef is your beef
I told my brother we could share it
I don’t see how a snake
Can call himself a man
Stab his own in the back then look
‘ his self in the mirror
I guess we all sinners
Heart colder than four winters
That headband kush kept me
Higher than four ceilings
In my city it can never be personal
All business
And that four-pound'll twist you and
Bend you like car fenders
I got pain in my heart
Cocaine in my thoughts
Blatantly glorifying how I play
With that fourth
I was ashamed to earn a minimum wage
I was taught
That crime pays and a young age I was bought

"I was charged with a seventy three
Count indictment with rico enterprise
Rico conspiracy, major drug crimes as
Being a crime boss
As being a godfather for which I
Never was and I had
Thirty two co-defendants i proceeded to
Trail on both federal and
State crimes after being
Convicted and sentenced on both cases and as
A result of being convicted and
Sentenced on both cases to
Five life terms and a hundred
And thirty five years I
Went straight to the law library
In the federal prisons
That I've been too trying to
Win my freedom and
Free myself from the madness I caused myself"