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Juice Mazelee - WISH N A PRAYER Lyrics



Juice Mazelee - WISH N A PRAYER Lyrics




Sometimes we pray for change, we're kinda low on it
Sometimes we pray things change, still it all depends
All the times I wish I stayed, but our eyes don't meet
Wish the weed take away my pain, the lows got me again

A thug prayin' for some change, where's the cream he wish for
He sick and tired of feelin' like he headed through a trap door
Phone full of text, drafts from help that he ain't ask for
Maybe it's just f*ckin' pride, but then again he might know

That niggas wouldn't lend a hand if you fell on spike floors
He talk to God every day, God get back when he can
He got some bills past due, and he could sure use a hand
He's screamin', this his last letter, got him feelin' like Stan

Tryin' to stay properly prepared, so he on time for the plan
He got no shoulder left for tears, nobody feel what he sayin'
Wonder if Alpo said a prayer before he took out his mans
Or wish the karma never reached him, how he dished it again

Too many potholes in the game, somebody call a fill-in
Before this fake shit overtake, everything got a hand
Nowadays supporting shit, but sharing pics off the gram
So if he say he fallin' back, will the real understand?

And if you can't respect that, at least respect where you stand
Hard times gon' test us all, in the end did he win
A lot of niggas think they seasoned, skill set hella bland
Everybody say they plottin', did he have a good plan

He used to think that faith was all you need to manifest bands
He learned that lesson by 19, when every dollar came in
Some form of fashion, whether trap or rappin', all came from sin
The case in point, some niggas make a way, just to give in

For every dollar that you spend, the cost of what all depends
Could've been a righteous man, probably wonderful man
Money talks like a motherf*ckin', money talks like a motherf*ckin' wishing to pray
Sometimes we pray for change, we kinda low on end

Sometimes we pray things change, still they all depend
All the times I wish I stayed, but our hands don't end
Wish the weed take away my pain, the Lord's got me again
Thanks for watching
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Sometimes we pray for change, we're kinda low on it
Sometimes we pray things change, still it all depends
All the times I wish I stayed, but our eyes don't meet
Wish the weed take away my pain, the lows got me again

A thug prayin' for some change, where's the cream he wish for
He sick and tired of feelin' like he headed through a trap door
Phone full of text, drafts from help that he ain't ask for
Maybe it's just f*ckin' pride, but then again he might know

That niggas wouldn't lend a hand if you fell on spike floors
He talk to God every day, God get back when he can
He got some bills past due, and he could sure use a hand
He's screamin', this his last letter, got him feelin' like Stan

Tryin' to stay properly prepared, so he on time for the plan
He got no shoulder left for tears, nobody feel what he sayin'
Wonder if Alpo said a prayer before he took out his mans
Or wish the karma never reached him, how he dished it again

Too many potholes in the game, somebody call a fill-in
Before this fake shit overtake, everything got a hand
Nowadays supporting shit, but sharing pics off the gram
So if he say he fallin' back, will the real understand?

And if you can't respect that, at least respect where you stand
Hard times gon' test us all, in the end did he win
A lot of niggas think they seasoned, skill set hella bland
Everybody say they plottin', did he have a good plan

He used to think that faith was all you need to manifest bands
He learned that lesson by 19, when every dollar came in
Some form of fashion, whether trap or rappin', all came from sin
The case in point, some niggas make a way, just to give in

For every dollar that you spend, the cost of what all depends
Could've been a righteous man, probably wonderful man
Money talks like a motherf*ckin', money talks like a motherf*ckin' wishing to pray
Sometimes we pray for change, we kinda low on end

Sometimes we pray things change, still they all depend
All the times I wish I stayed, but our hands don't end
Wish the weed take away my pain, the Lord's got me again
Thanks for watching
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Writer: Jaharri Harrison
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Performed By: Juice Mazelee
Language: English
Length: 2:45
Written by: Jaharri Harrison
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