CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : I Pray For You
Hoping you don’t get caught up
In lifestyles that don’t enhance
The god in you
That you’re not consumed
By things that don’t make you a better man
I pray for you
I pray for you
I pray for you
I pray for you
Life’s got vices
Life can make one feel a type of way
Between the fine line
That decides
Whose wicked and righteous
You know that I write this
In hopes that you not on some sucka sh*t
And that you got people in your life
To take cover with
When life bombs with its curveballs
And misfortunes
Hope that your daily portion is suffice
That you making the most of your life
Meth, crack, heroin
Is just narrowing
Your future potential that can be so explosive
If no one gives you your roses
May I offer this song as some sort of flower
I hope that you don’t feel encouraged
To follow the ways of a coward
And believe that hate and malice means some sort of power
It breaks my heart
That you’re not willing to start
On a journey where you can better yourself
And how you only feel better
When you get the bottle off the shelf
Time will tell
What’s to be of your livelihood
And I hope you realize
It’s never too late to do better
It’s never too late to do good
Grew up in the same neighborhood
But we lead different lives
I want you to know
What’s the worst thing that can come from you trying
Maybe failure
But it’s all a learning lesson
I don’t want to become the King of the rap game
And still have you live like bum a** losers
With no future
Being severe substance abusers
Like some unworthy peasants
In lifestyles that don’t enhance
The god in you
That you’re not consumed
By things that don’t make you a better man
I pray for you
I pray for you
I pray for you
I pray for you
Life’s got vices
Life can make one feel a type of way
Between the fine line
That decides
Whose wicked and righteous
You know that I write this
In hopes that you not on some sucka sh*t
And that you got people in your life
To take cover with
When life bombs with its curveballs
And misfortunes
Hope that your daily portion is suffice
That you making the most of your life
Meth, crack, heroin
Is just narrowing
Your future potential that can be so explosive
If no one gives you your roses
May I offer this song as some sort of flower
I hope that you don’t feel encouraged
To follow the ways of a coward
And believe that hate and malice means some sort of power
It breaks my heart
That you’re not willing to start
On a journey where you can better yourself
And how you only feel better
When you get the bottle off the shelf
Time will tell
What’s to be of your livelihood
And I hope you realize
It’s never too late to do better
It’s never too late to do good
Grew up in the same neighborhood
But we lead different lives
I want you to know
What’s the worst thing that can come from you trying
Maybe failure
But it’s all a learning lesson
I don’t want to become the King of the rap game
And still have you live like bum a** losers
With no future
Being severe substance abusers
Like some unworthy peasants
