| Deliver me from my enemies, O' God. |
| Defend me from those that rise up against me. |
| Deliver me from the work of iniquity. |
| Save me from the brethren. |
| Look. |
| Mind state of a gangster from the '40s. |
| Meet the business mind of Motown’s Barry Gordey. |
| Turned crack rock into a chain of 40/40s. |
| Sorry my jewellery’s so Gordie. |
| Slid into the party with my new pair of Mauries. |
| America, meet the gangster, Shawn Corey. |
| Hey, young world, wanna hear a story? |
| Close your eyes and you could pretend you’re me. |
| I’m cut from the cloth of the Kennedy’s. |
| Frank Sinatra havin' dinner with the Genovese. |
| This is the genesis of a nemesis |
| Mother America’s not witnessed since, |
| The Harlem Renaissance birthed black buisnesses. |
| This is the tale of lost innocence. |
| As the incense burn and the turntables turn and that Al Green plays, |
| I see my mother’s afro as mama taps her toes as she rose her Js. |
| And my poppa just left the house in search of the killer of my uncle, Ray. |
| And she’s tryna calm my nerves, as I observe. |
| This is just one day. |
| And what tomorrow has in store, |
| We can never be sure so all we can do is |
| …Pray. |
| Because of Your strength, while I walked upon Thee. |
| For God is my defense. |
| Pray for me! |
| As I head to my homeroom, I observe the rooms: |
| Dope needles on the ground. |
| I hear a car go vroom, drug dealer in the BM' with the top down. |
| As the girls start to giggle, I ask, «Why you laugh?» |
| They say, «You too little. |
| One day you’ll understand. |
| One day you’ll become a man, buy things you have to get you.» |
| Fast-forward, freeze frame: I’m a pistol. |
| Fist full of dollars — ignorance is so blissful. |
| I didn’t choose this life, this life chose me. |
| Around here is the shit that you just do. |
| I just left school. |
| The same BM' is pulled over by the boys dressed blue. |
| They have their guns drawn screamin', |
| «Just move unless there’s something else you suggest we can do.» |
| He made his way to the trunk, opened it like, |
| «Huh…» A treasure chest was removed. |
| Cop said he’ll be back next month. |
| What we called ‘corrupt,' he called ‘paying dues.' |
| Now when the rules is blurred, as they is you were, |
| What am I to do but Pray? |
| Pray the Lord forgive me. |
| Pray God’s been by what I’m about to go through. |
| …Pray. |
| Deliver me in Thy righteousness and cause me to escape. |
| And climb Thyn heir unto me. |
| Save me, O' Lord. |
| Pray for me! |
| Cheea. |
| Anywhere there’s o-ppression in the drug profession, flourishes like breverages. |
| Refreshin'; ahhh, sweet taste of sin. |
| Everything I seen made me everything I am. |
| Bad drug dealer or victim, my bag? |
| What came first — movin' chickens or the egg? |
| This is why I be so fresh. |
| I’m tryna beat life 'cause I can’t cheat death. |
| ‘Preciate the shamelessness and stainlesses that aim this is. |
| You know the game this is. |
| Move coke like Pepsi, don’t matter what the brand name is. |
| …I stand behind mine. |
| Everything I do I’m a man behind mine. |
| I’m not an angel I’m sure, but every night before I lay, |
| I drop my knees to the floor and I Pray. |
| The name shall endure forever. |
| The name shall be continued as long as the Son. |
| Pray for me! |
| Men shall be blessed in Him. |
| All nations shall call Him blessed. |
| In Your name I Pray. |
| Pray for me! |
| Lord bless Him. |