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Pray for the Street 2 by Pope

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Pray for the Street 2

Hip Hop

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[Verse 1]
Name's Bobjohn Sinkas, shout to the street’s breath,
If not for its grit, nobody rides out the death.
Prayers ain't empty whispers, they hold the cold truth,
Old boy’s footsteps echo, marked by fire and youth.
Clean floors don't speak, but these blocks know my tale,
Mama in the village lighting candles, hoping I prevail.
Every dawn, eyes wide, I’m praying for the green,
Not just bills, but that freedom born from every scene.
[Pre-Chorus]
Carry heat, shadows shift beneath the cracked sky,
Shots dance on the pavement, restless lullaby.
But blessings stack heavy on my stoop day by day,
Reach for that paper— Lord, guide my way.
[Chorus]
If not for the street, pray for none or none like her,
If not for the street, things unfold, stories occur.
Prayers crack the silence, guns whisper their truth,
Cash out on my mind, hustling to soothe.
[Verse 2]
All who’ve blessed my door, hope their pockets swell,
Daily prayers, mixed with tales they never tell.
Wake up, breathe deep, hustle in my bloodline,
Mama’s voice a river flowing through the grime.
I wait, but the clock’s hands drag slow, heavy, worn,
Every crack in the pavement, reminds me what’s born.
The street’s unforgiving, but its pulse beats strong,
In the chaos and quiet, where right bends to wrong.
[Pre-Chorus]
Steel in my pocket, every step measured and tight,
Under flickering lamps, wary eyes catch the night.
The only constant is hope, cold but alive,
On this concrete canvas, I’m just trying to survive.
[Chorus]
If not for the street, pray for none or none like her,
If not for the street, things unfold, stories occur.
Prayers crack the silence, guns whisper their truth,
Cash out on my mind, hustling to soothe.
[Bridge]
Mama’s prayers hit the roof, village winds carry weight,
I’m chasing shadows and light in this twist of fate.
Guns up and down, like a chapter with no end,
But I’m scribbling my name, hoping God will bend.
[Chorus]
If not for the street, pray for none or none like her,
If not for the street, things unfold, stories occur.
Prayers crack the silence, guns whisper their truth,
Cash out on my mind, hustling to soothe.
[Outro]
Now cash out, I wait for her, breath held tight,
Street’s pulse, my prayer, in the stillness of night.
Mama’s hopes, my grind, in this endless fight,
Seeking green light, in this story I write.
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