Текст пісні Pray - Jay-Z

Pray

Deliver me from my enemies, O' God.\nDefend me from those that rise up against me.\nDeliver me from the work of iniquity.\nSave me from the brethren.\nLook.\nMind state of a gangster from the '40s.\nMeet the business mind of Motown’s Barry Gordey.\nTurned crack rock into a chain of 40/40s.\nSorry my jewellery’s so Gordie.\nSlid into the party with my new pair of Mauries.\nAmerica, meet the gangster, Shawn Corey.\nHey, young world, wanna hear a story?\nClose your eyes and you could pretend you’re me.\nI’m cut from the cloth of the Kennedy’s.\nFrank Sinatra havin' dinner with the Genovese.\nThis is the genesis of a nemesis\nMother America’s not witnessed since,\nThe Harlem Renaissance birthed black buisnesses.\nThis is the tale of lost innocence.\nAs the incense burn and the turntables turn and that Al Green plays,\nI see my mother’s afro as mama taps her toes as she rose her Js.\nAnd my poppa just left the house in search of the killer of my uncle, Ray.\nAnd she’s tryna calm my nerves, as I observe.\nThis is just one day.\nAnd what tomorrow has in store,\nWe can never be sure so all we can do is\n…Pray.\nBecause of Your strength, while I walked upon Thee.\nFor God is my defense.\nPray for me!\nAs I head to my homeroom, I observe the rooms:\nDope needles on the ground.\nI hear a car go vroom, drug dealer in the BM' with the top down.\nAs the girls start to giggle, I ask, «Why you laugh?»\nThey say, «You too little.\nOne day you’ll understand.\nOne day you’ll become a man, buy things you have to get you.»\nFast-forward, freeze frame: I’m a pistol.\nFist full of dollars — ignorance is so blissful.\nI didn’t choose this life, this life chose me.\nAround here is the shit that you just do.\nI just left school.\nThe same BM' is pulled over by the boys dressed blue.\nThey have their guns drawn screamin',\n«Just move unless there’s something else you suggest we can do.»\nHe made his way to the trunk, opened it like,\n«Huh…» A treasure chest was removed.\nCop said he’ll be back next month.\nWhat we called ‘corrupt,' he called ‘paying dues.'\nNow when the rules is blurred, as they is you were,\nWhat am I to do but Pray?\nPray the Lord forgive me.\nPray God’s been by what I’m about to go through.\n…Pray.\nDeliver me in Thy righteousness and cause me to escape.\nAnd climb Thyn heir unto me.\nSave me, O' Lord.\nPray for me!\nCheea.\nAnywhere there’s o-ppression in the drug profession, flourishes like breverages.\nRefreshin'; ahhh, sweet taste of sin.\nEverything I seen made me everything I am.\nBad drug dealer or victim, my bag?\nWhat came first — movin' chickens or the egg?\nThis is why I be so fresh.\nI’m tryna beat life 'cause I can’t cheat death.\n‘Preciate the shamelessness and stainlesses that aim this is.\nYou know the game this is.\nMove coke like Pepsi, don’t matter what the brand name is.\n…I stand behind mine.\nEverything I do I’m a man behind mine.\nI’m not an angel I’m sure, but every night before I lay,\nI drop my knees to the floor and I Pray.\nThe name shall endure forever.\nThe name shall be continued as long as the Son.\nPray for me!\nMen shall be blessed in Him.\nAll nations shall call Him blessed.\nIn Your name I Pray.\nPray for me!\nLord bless Him.