Pray - Joey Cool

Yeah

I was sent to inspire

I was sent to be relevant

I was sent in inquire

I answer to a higher, but I was sent to be sire

Grip 'em like a pair of pliers and lead 'em to the Messiah

I was sent to enlighten, informin' the ill-informed

Take drastic measures with pleasure

While weatherin' through the storm

Be an oracle or a prophet

The prophecy could be torn

Try bein' a family man and a rapper going on tours

See, rap has become a circus of Kansas City

I’m on and I might as well pitch a tent though

A show had barley been born

And my attitude like a bomb

I might have to snap at Saddam

And I’m cool, calm, collected

Rested inside my palm

This frame of mind in infected

Probably oughta be tested

I be snapping on people

I probably should be arrested

I’m drinking whiskey again

So you probably should be protected

Border manic depressive

Still I’m highly respected

And I bet you wasn’t aware that I’m classified as a father

They label me as a crook, let that marinate in your melon

If Area 51 was an area they would sell it

I’d buy it because I’m extraterrestrial

Nigga, tell 'em

I hear 'em talkin' about me

They tellin' me I should quit

It’s causin' too many problems

And music ain’t doin' shit

You gon' end up losin' your family

Your girl gon' walk with your daughter

Don’t take it for granted, Joe

It’s a blessin' to be a father

Especially if you able to be with her every day

Now get down on your bended knee

This seem like a good time to pray

Readin' about Sinatra then listen to what he sayin'

Get down on your bended knee

This seem like a good time to pray

And they said we wouldn’t walk (dear God)

And they say we won’t stay (we thank you)

And They say we can’t win (we thank you for walking with us on this journey)

It’s a dirty game

But I continue playin'

I set examples for Adrian, Ly, and

See they can do what they want to

As long as they educated

Doctors prescribing Ritalin

All that do is sedate 'em

They takin' the kiddies brains

And they mush 'em until they break 'em

Turn' 'em until they robots

And hopefully they can train 'em

Beat 'em in to submission

The mission is to detain 'em

And make sure the brain is dead

Before entering the arrangement

So the lawyers and judges tellin' his momma

They finna take him and strip him of all of his freedom

Inside of a cell they placed him

He lived the rest of his days in a place that smell like a basement

His girl was holdin' him down

Now she lookin' for his replacement

Especially since he know how she feelin' like every day

Now he down on his bended knee

This seem like a good time to pray

He was readin' up on the Bible now listen to what it sayin'

Get down on your bended knee

This seem like a good time to pray