Just Pray
A pocket full of money, closet full of shoes,
Everyday of the week a ride that's brand new,
A couple baby mama's, But only one child been tested,
But in all the others, you have so much invested,
So they still call you daddy, you don't mind at all,
Because every dope boy, is suppose to ball,
You keep the cash on you, never in the bank,
Your packin' so you think you're safe,
One baby mama calls, she needs a little change,
You aren't as cool as you was, cause this baby mama,
well she's on some heavy drugs,
So she starts to threaten you, U overlook it too,
She tells you this Friday come pick up your son,
When You show up, there's a man at the door with a gun,
Knowing You have a pocket full of cash,
he demands all you have, and ends the conversation with a blast,
You fall to the ground, as everything goes silent,
The last thing you see is your son witness the violence.
By some miracle, the doctors bring you back,
All you want is revenge, because you're so mad,
That little boy walks in but not with his mom,
Grandma holding his hand, and you're wondering why,
Don't say a word she suddenly says,
He Doesn't know yet that his mommy is dead,
She goes on to tell you how the bullet ricochet,
No need to plan revenge, Cause God already got his way,
So from here on out,
For your enemies just pray!!
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