[Intro: Joe Budden]
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Lord..
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Please continue to guide, direct, and protect my niggaz
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From the world, and from themselves
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[Chorus: Joe Budden]
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Lord can you please shine that light on your sons
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They sent you a million prayers, you ain't answered near one
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{"Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby"} It's a shame
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I'm down on both knees, Father talk to 'em please
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All you put 'em through is pain, but will it ever cease?
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{"Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby"} What a shame
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[Joell Ortiz]
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Yowwa! What up world? I'm Joell
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Sixth floor, project door, broke bell
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Only child, no brother, no sis
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Moms runnin out the door to go sniff
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My highwater pants don't fit
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Afro growin all wild, no pic man
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{"Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby"}
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Is what my teacher said for class pics
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My pops? I don't know where he at
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He left one day, he said he'd be back
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The stove keep me warm in the winter
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I'm tired of Beefaroni for dinner
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My grandmoms got a bad liver
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I'm just watchin her fade away
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Man, I don't know what else to say
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So at the end of every day I pray, I say
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[Chorus]
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[Royce Da 5'9"]
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What up world? I'm the SHIT
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I'm headed to Hell in a hand-basket
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I pop pills, abuse liquor and kill niggaz
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When I die, God ain't gon' judge, he gon' deal with us
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That's why them reckless quotes come with my drama
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My pops while coke-infested, cum in my momma
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{"Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby"}
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I know, right?
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For those nights that I was havin them seizures
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For those mornings that I was havin trouble breathin
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C'mon listen; I was only a fo'-pound baby
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So I grew up into grown and went fo'-pound crazy
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Daddy was gangsta, mommy was passive
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Boxin gloves for Christmas, I needed classes
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My daddy beat our ass, that's probably why we assassins
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But he'll do anythang for me; Joey pray for me
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[Chorus]
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[Crooked I]
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What up world? I'm a lost soul
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Challengin the devil standin at the crossroads
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I just shot a dirty snake with my .38
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He shot me too, now I'm waitin at the Pearly Gates
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I seen the angel Gabriel and I came real
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A lame tried to kill me, so I aim steel
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{"Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby"}
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Ask God is that somethin that he can't feel
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I had a six-shot popper and I brought it with me
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I put his thinkin cap somewhere he never thought it would be
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I didn't son him, he's a daughter to me
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Instead of hangin with thugs he's slangin drugs, shoulda got a college degree
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But growin up in the hood'll leave your mind baffled
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We put haters in the past like time travel
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That's my murder story, I'm past purgatory
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I need prayer though, Joey put a word in for me
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[Chorus]
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Pray (It's A Shame)
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