Praying Against D'evils

1st verse:

This shit is wicked on these mean streets, but all of my friends speak

Cause we all that we got til these ends meet

Middle finger the rest though, cause if we ain't grow from the jump

Then you relating is done

And whoever said the speakers was the easy way out, couldn't understand the mechanics

And these faggot ass industry folk, granted

9 to 5 is how you survive

But my moms had 2 jobs so for her, 9 to 5 was 5 to 9

My spirit broke, and my vision altered

Cause you kno how visions go, it's either pray to God or Shawn Corey

That's just being honest and that's what was before us

And fuck if it's worth the risk cuz that's just what we wanted

I'd break bread with my day ones and school neighbors

All the ones who wound up on the front of your newspaper

Shit is dangerous, money and power is changing us

Blood on the steeple, praying against d'evils

Verse 2:

We all wanted the spotlight

And even if we're innocent we're scared of the cop lights

The irony right?, we saw the same things vying for life

It was either find a Dominican or find us a mic

Thinking back when we first learned to make a decision

And the thought of having to live with that as long as we're living

It was like, a hand around my collar, saying to breathe

And every time I'd attempt it would clench until I gave in

I tried to hear me out but wasn't convinced

And playing GQ made Bishop's of some of my friends

Who could ever foresee

We used to live for the night and now I'm paranoid tonight is my signal to leave

All the years we were brother like

Saw each other's mothers as the mother type and now you want my mother's light

Well none of that is meant at all, so my call

Is to guard her from that misery and make it yours, d'evils

Verse 3:

My flesh nobody can test, my soul is possessed

With this beautiful mess called success, and I guess

I'm at a point where I do shit off the lonely

Like "stupid I know you know me and your whole word owe me, strip!"

Was thought to be a pleasant guy all my fucking life

And so my fans assume that I'm that fucking type

Low and behold I talk the shit that I know cause I know it

And my friends that's left are unloaders

And so, what all of this means

Is that they're ready to lick off if you should intervene

I can't be held accountable, d'evils keep me around dudes

That do whatever is needed for me to keep it how we seen it by the stoop

Don't test me, I never cower

But Ima brand so Paeso's will put you next to flowers

Do believe as a lesson learned for the less inclined

Raised as a Jehovah's Witness but might never get inside, d'evils