The Definitive Prayer

[Verse]

As soon as the drum rolls I’m picturing unloads

I’m picturing one show that gives them an unclosed

Description of one grown, and witnessing son grown

“That boy good, and to the greats, he the one chose”

As soon as the horns lift, I picture the cautious

Becoming beyond it from fear of the lost sense

I’m picturing all them that said he was awesome

Retracting their talking for fear an endorsement

May seal up their coffin, hammer to the nail

Metal to metal but he’s just planning to prevail

Ghetto to ghetto they say he handle what they rail

Echo the echoes, and if he handle what they rail

He’s never been settled so if your handling is frail

He let go the legos and tell you “catch ‘em if you will”

You catch like D-Will, well and good, have you riding for your team

Until you find out you traded off the bottom of your screen

Like “let me find out”, gave it every line of what I be

Until the time’s out, and this shit is just not what it should be

So every Glock that ever leans and every shot that ever leaves

From off the top of where that beam is red dotting where you breathe

Is in a box apparently waiting out to hear from me

They wait aloud to hear the screams and they about whatever needs

And their hearing’s well and good so if they think they heard a call

They tryna hop outta that box and make you sing the words along

Serenades warrant hearing aids, ringing murder ones

Blue and whites move alike if they should think they heard a drum

And they justifying justice, pulling triggers for the cause

I got a big enough applause off the strength of the allure

Saying this is what it was, well if this is what becomes

Then I became what they paint as the picture never hung

I became what they made as a glimpse of what was won

The W’s at The W, spilling off the hum

The one to do what they wanna do, in it for the run

’Til the tape’s broke in half and I’m praised off of laps

Call it A-side B-side, tape broke in half

And my A-side B-side was made to be exact

No 40 dollar replicas but all of my etcetera’s

Exemplified the inner sides of all that my forever does

Live or die, get us by, bigger signs, better runs

Bigger rides, get inside, visualize what never comes

Minimized inner highs, Phyllis Hy’, level one

Staring at a page and a pill with a heavy tongue

Say that I amaze but I still feel forever young

Heavy is the fade that should fill that New Era son

Imagine it in front of you, like packages that wanna move

So much so that they react without you running to

So running towards is all that you in it for

All the stones in that crown is all that it really was

All them stones on the ground is all that you penning off

From the pitching to the ditching, its more than they get to pump

So chorus them for the trunk, meaning sing for the drive

I’m still the peddlers theme, they say I sing for the drive

Now bring in the reprise, and let the beat breathe

I’ll let you comb through the poem and what’s beneath these

I’m on my throne, Pewter Foams and the seat reads

That “you should know you alone is what the need needs”

So on the low I know the code & how to debrief

But on the low I know the dough is where belief be

So all of my encouragement is pointed on hurrying

’Cause getting it don’t mean that you got it, so we gonn’ hurry this

And get it until each of us got it, you say you listening

I hope that when I speak in these pockets you get the gist of it

They open off of me in them boxes where they be signaling

Like “we see them a block away, so put all of that stock away!”

I come through, windows off, still knocking Rae’

The Hilfiger version, and I feel I’m in its purpose

So I wheeled ‘em where the words is, pedal to the predicate

For the love of money baby, decimals is delicate

For the love of money baby, settling we never did

They can’t fuck with where this effort is

See if I told you everything I ever wanted to say

You’d either nobel prize me or scurry away

And that nobel prize seat?, I’m one up away

“A Dream Deferred” will chauffeur me to one of them thangs

Either a plaque or a stat or a ribbon that’s attached

To a gold plated Alfred, in-scripted through the back

Homey this shit is a wrap, if you was bitching in the past

The future is more looted, baby get it how you ask

The truest to walk through it, so whoever yall spewing

To be that guy back slides, I fountain pen baptize

The same shit that I was with, I’m still in that mind

So never mind who on that side