Pray for Real Songtext
von Peter CottonTale

I got a face I make in photographs
I tell jokes, they know to laugh
I used to hop up on a plane and wear the piece I gotta fold in half
No Brooklyn, my white manager had to hold the cab
I′m on an upward trend, that depend how you hold the graph
If the plane going down I'ma blow a bag
Man, life is a bitch and I know it, damn
I been throwin′ all night, hope she throw it back

I pray for vision, I pray for wisdom
I pray for weapons against the system
I pray for freedom to free the victims
To heal the brain, no pain inflict 'em
I pray for real, I pray for real
I talk to God then wait for real
Can't fake the fall, can′t fake the feel
I pray for fun, I pray for real
I pray for y′all (ah-ah-ah)
I pray for y'all (ah-ah-ah)


It was easy when I haven′t been on TV
And I hadn't seen the CGI they use in every movie
Everything ain′t always PG, sometime it get kinda creepy
When you lookin' out the window, you the one holdin′ the squeegee
Who the one who's gon' clean up all of this mess? Big ballin′ distress
You gon′ say His name one day, I wish you all the best (Jesus)
I'll give y′all a guess, answer every test
All I did was rest, I promise He did all the rest

I pray for vision, I pray for wisdom
I pray for weapons against the system
I pray for freedom to free the victims
To heal the brain, no pain inflict 'em
I pray for real, I pray for real
I talk to God then wait for real
Can′t fake the fall, can't fake the feel
I pray for fun, I pray for real

I pray for y′all (I pray, I pray, I pray, I pray, I pray)
I pray for y'all (I pray, I pray, I pray), uh, I pray for-

I pray for good days, I pray for bad days (bad days)
I ask for blessings, he sent them that way, mm (that way)
I prayed for dumb things, I wanted a Batcave (a Batcave?)
I'd pray for myself but I′m not that brave (I′m not that brave)
So I pray for the good days (days), I pray for the bad days (days)
I pray for my report card, like, "Stay away bad grades" (go away)
Go away bad vibes (go away), I pray for my classmates
I pray that when they walk in, it won't be their last day


I had to write this knowin′ I ain't talk to God in a minute
Feeling depressed, tryna live up to this positive image
When in reality everything develops from the negatives
Lord, give me strength not to smack all these Confederates

I pray for vision, I pray for wisdom (′cause I'm ′bout to)
I pray for weapons against the system (I'm this close)
I pray for freedom to free the victims
To heal the brain, no pain inflict 'em
I pray for real, I pray for real
I talk to God then wait for real
Can′t fake the fall, can′t fake the feel
I pray for fun, I pray for real

I pray for y'all (I pray for real, I talk to God)
I pray for y′all (I pray for y'all), yeah (yeah)