Xavy Rusan - Po’ Prayer lyrics

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord that I wake again
(I wake again)
I wake again, I pray to Lord that I
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord that I wake again
(I wake again, I wake again)
I wake again, I pray to Lord that I
'Cause I've been workin' in the kitchen
With the dirt on my hands (Dirt on my hands)
God tell me why nobody love me but you
(Love me but you)
Born inside the belly with a gun in my hands
(Gun in my hands) ain't no time for pity
Got some thuggin' to do (Thuggin' to do)
Workin' in the kitchen with the
Dirt on my hands (Dirt on my hands)
God tell me why nobody love me but you
(Love me but you)
Born inside the belly with a gun in my hands
(Gun in my hands) ain't no time for pity
Got some thuggin' to do (Thuggin' to do)

I've been workin' and writin'
Writin' and workin', some more
Searchin' for truth and truthfully
I'm hurtin' to know
Why many of millions live
Where the murderers go
On a daily dealin' with shit
You never heard of before
See, I got motives of movin'
My mama plenty of miles
Send me the paper for you
Even send me the files
I don't kick it with niggas
'cause their energy wild
You pussy by association like
The enemy's child
I'm wanderin', wonderin' really
Where they gather the gall?
They hate to see you winnin'
They've been glad when you fall
That's why I came with shooters
Never pass 'em the ball
Who would toe tag 'em
And everybody taggin' along
See, it's a tragedy really
Had to be silly to try
I can show you the way but
Is you willin' to fly?
I'm breakin' down the layers
I've be peelin' your pride
'Til I get to the dead
Center where the feelings reside
Look in my eyes, you see
They lackin' the luster
I'm smackin' a buster 'Cause honestly
I ain't got the patience to try to deal
Everybody dreamin' ain't makin' it
Out for real so I don't give a fuck how you
Take it or how you feel
There's a war outside the window
And everybody a target
I'm worried about the ending 'cause look
At the way we started
I gotta get it regardless 'cause
Niggas be livin' heartless
Gardeners in the war and there's
Warriors in your gardens
So give me a break, give me the space
I'm needin' the peace give me a legion
I'd lead 'em with my feet in the streets
I know they hate it
They show it without being discreet
I see the future
I bet I'm never seein' defeat
Lookin' for answers but all they
Gave me was trauma
I'm tryna cover this drama with
Plenty packets of petro
So I've been kneelin' and looking
Up to the ceilin'
I'm prayin' to get some healin'
For everyone in the metro

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord that I wake again
(I wake again)
I wake again, I pray to Lord that I
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord that I wake again
(I wake again, I wake again)
I wake again, I pray to Lord that I
'Cause I've been workin' in the kitchen
With the dirt on my hands (Dirt on my hands)
God tell me why nobody love me but you
(Love me but you)
Born inside the belly with a gun in my hands
(Gun in my hands) ain't no time for pity
Got some thuggin' to do (Thuggin' to do)
Workin' in the kitchen with the
Dirt on my hands (Dirt on my hands)
God tell me why nobody love me but you
(Love me but you)
Born inside the belly with a gun in my hands
(Gun in my hands) ain't no time for pity
Got some thuggin' to do (Thuggin' to do)

All my life I've been fightin'
Fightin' with plenty of evil
Vices and advices, killin' plenty of people
Tryna drink the water 'cause
The Henny is lethal
But of course, the water got plenty of fecal
Matter but that is another matter of course
All the information's just a matter of source
Police never seem to know the adequate force
So we just lost another husband
Who ain't have a divorce
But see the sad sober truth is
It's only another day
I bet your president wouldn't have
It no other way i just spoke to granny
I know that I gotta pray
'Cause when you know the truth
Then you know what you gotta say
I'm livin' in paranoia of purgatory
I gotta move
I gotta get it so every motion a dollar move
And I ain't needin' no company
That's a lot of moods
And I've been searchin' for silence
I need the solitude
I'm solid solidarity barely made it here
Hard to find a real one
These cowards be made of fear
That's why I bring the piece like
A priest in his later years
And it's safe to say a sensitive
Nigga won't make it here
You shed a bucket of blood when
You stuck in the mud
Every time I ask 'em why they like "fuck it
Because"
Took a lap around the city like "fuck
Get the love" i'm tryna make it what I want
It so fuck what it was covered in crumbs
I emerge from the cracks in the ground
Put my problems in a paper
And pass 'em around
Loud enough to wake the neighbors
They're mad at the sound
Tryna dial up the deputy, mad at my brown
My back-to-the-wall battlin'
Straddlin' blurred lines of where the
Heatin' and fannin' begin
Kinda funny what the people call a
Legend the government call a weapon
But really he just a man in the end
He just a man in the end

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord that I wake again
(I wake again)
I wake again, I pray to Lord that I
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord that I wake again
(I wake again, I wake again)
I wake again, I pray to Lord that I
'Cause I've been workin' in the kitchen
With the dirt on my hands (Dirt on my hands)
God tell me why nobody love me but you
(Love me but you)
Born inside the belly with a gun in my hands
(Gun in my hands) ain't no time for pity
Got some thuggin' to do (Thuggin' to do)
Workin' in the kitchen with the
Dirt on my hands (Dirt on my hands)
God tell me why nobody love me but you
(Love me but you)
Born inside the belly with a gun in my hands
(Gun in my hands) ain't no time for pity
Got some thuggin' to do (Thuggin' to do)