Fabolous - I Pray (feat. Jadakiss, Swizz Beatz) lyrics

I pray

Now I lay me, down to sleep
I pray the Lord, my soul to keep, you see
They pray for my downfalls but I'm up
They pray for my downfalls but I'm up
They pray for my death but I wake up
They pray for my death but I wake up
I gotta get mine, I gotta get mine (hey!)
I gotta get mine, I gotta get mine (hey!)
I better get mine, you ain't gon' get yours
I'm from the ghetto, from the ghetto where they poor

Yeah, God forgive us I know we don't pray as much as we should
We call in bad times, don't stay in touch when we good
'Less it's your downfall they don't pray for much in the hood
So when they ask "What's up?", I don't say as much as I could
Can't tell niggas who never been up you leveling up
That's like going to hell and telling the Devil, "What's up?"
Can't even bless your food round here, niggas hate that
You close your eyes and bow your head and get your plate snatched
So I keep it with my faithfully, you demons stay away from me
Love don't cost a thing and y'all still got hate for me
Sometimes the ones clapping for you ain't happy for you
Thought they was rooting for you, really shooting for you
Hoes ain't loyal, niggas ain't either
People lie religiously, we just ain't believers
Pastor said, "Let us pray for our enemies"
Fuck that, we let it spray for our enemies, brrrrah!

Now I lay me, down to sleep
I pray the Lord, my soul to keep, you see
They pray for my downfalls but I'm up
They pray for my downfalls but I'm up
They pray for my death but I wake up
They pray for my death but I wake up
I gotta get mine, I gotta get mine (hey!)
I gotta get mine, I gotta get mine (hey!)
I better get mine, you ain't gon' get yours
I'm from the ghetto, from the ghetto where they poor

Amen (amen)
Lord, amen (amen, Lord)
Ohh, amen (Lord)
Amen (HA-HAAAEEH! Uh, yeah)
(kill kill kill kill)

Lord, I know I call in a time of need (sorry)
These niggas come around in a time of greed (always)
I got five children I'm trying to feed (yeah)
They killing to follow, I'm dying to lead (woo!)
You ain't wearing a vest, it's time to bleed (mmm)
Thirty second or less, it's time to leave (go)
You dealing with death, it's time to grieve (yes)
Cherish every breath just trying to breathe
I don't do the rappers, I be round ball players (haha)
Too much fake jewelry and downfall prayers (ahh)
Yeah, everything is irrelevant (irrelevant)
You mistaking the elements with the elegance (why?)
Your emotion supersedes your intelligence (okay)
Then they might just kill you for the hell of it (yep)
One thing about the Devil, he gon' always pop up
Pitchfork with a shovel (amen), let us pray

Now I lay me, down to sleep
I pray the Lord, my soul to keep, you see
They pray for my downfalls but I'm up
They pray for my downfalls but I'm up
They pray for my death but I wake up
They pray for my death but I wake up
I gotta get mine, I gotta get mine (hey!)
I gotta get mine, I gotta get mine (hey!)
I better get mine, you ain't gon' get yours
I'm from the ghetto, from the ghetto where they poor

Amen, Lord, amen
Ohh, amen, amen