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[Intro] Yeah (Statik Selektah) Yeah, uh-huh Word [Verse 1: Lukah] It was just a normal Memphis evening, yellow tape, a mother screaming Suspect seeking, the family is weeping, the child's bleeding The city is grieving, the city can't grow 'cause it's receding and impeding It's bad when a child don't have safe keeping The people are streaking, they want answers, they want adjustments A mother lost her own flesh and blood, she wants justice Memphis is known for its reluctance To death we've grown accustomed But the fact remains, a parent shouldn't have to bury their reproduction Reckless gun busting, accident killers with no aim Missed your target and an innocent child was just slain So much disdain, how's a community to sustain? A child catch a stray while up playing video games? So who's to blame? I blame them fuckers involved with them campaigns They can't ease the pain until we ease the strain within the brain Countless mothers suffer, niggas know bullets ain't got names Senseless killing, shooters walk around town with no shame [Chorus: Lukah] Please pray for our streets and pray for our peace The strong ain't really strong, we must pray for the weak Pray the world ain't too deep, we know wolves come in sheep Pray the fall ain't too steep, I pray it's better when we sleep Please pray for our streets and pray for our peace The strong ain't really strong, we must pray for the weak Pray the world ain't too deep, we know wolves come in sheep Pray the fall ain't too steep, I pray it's better when we sleep [Verse 2: Lukah] It's just another Memphis broad day, little girl in her driveway Biking up and down carefree, just wants to frolic and play She's only eight, but she's raised in a city that's unsafe Mother would tell her, "Stay in sight," she would listen and obey Who knew she'd be strayed? Niggas, they open fire at will Bullets wasn't meant for her but somehow she gets killed Blood on the pavement, bikes on the ground, so spinning wheel Mother runs outside, afraid, hoping the daughter's breathing still Victim to the steel, might cry, she holds her in her arms She shouts for help, but can't be heard over the sound of car alarms The little girl is not moving and now her face is deformed Can't help but mourn, that precious baby is her first and only born Shooters move on, in Memphis the guns are always blaring Niggas come through airing, untrained and uncaring Anyone can get it, they continue to show they're unsparing People in Memphis a grown tired, hope Mayor Young has been preparing [Chorus: Lukah] Please pray for our streets and pray for our peace The strong ain't really strong, we must pray for the weak Pray the world ain't too deep, we know wolves come in sheep Pray the fall ain't too steep, I pray it's better when we sleep Please pray for our streets and pray for our peace The strong ain't really strong, we must pray for the weak Pray the world ain't too deep, we know wolves come in sheep Pray the fall ain't too steep, I pray it's better when we sleep [Outro] No no no no no no Baby, baby Wake up, wake up Oh my God! Somebody call the police, please baby Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God Who did this baby? Please wake up my baby Please wake up Call the police, goddamnit! Somebody call an ambulance, please White attitudes have forced the black into being extremely color conscious He has countless words for skin color, ranging from bright to smutty black, and uses them freely for self ridicule or to express pride This same scene, translated into formal standard English, is stilted and uncomfortable