Pray

Yea
Let us pray
Let us pray

The last days of a dying breed
From climbing trees as a kid to flying off the leap
We being freed
My competition is so obsolete
The blood drying on my hands because they all deceased
Let me repeat
The last days of a rising king
From bee stings as a kid to reaching peaks
We being freed
My enemies are so obsolete
The blood drying on my hands because they all deceased
It's time to feast
You either eating or you getting ate
I suggest you fix ya plate before it get to late
From coming in too late to the night being my time to work
Becoming a god remember the days I didn't go to church
For what's its worth
I learned my lessons in a different way
I didn't read the 10 commandants but I lived the days
And tho my sins are kind of different from a known saint
It's safe to say
that we are the same
So let us pray

What's a saint to a sinner
What's a sinner to a saint
What's art to a person who never learned how to paint
What's dead to the living
What's living to the dead
What's a vision to the people who not living in my head
What's a saint to a sinner
What's a sinner to a saint
What's art to a person who never learned how to paint
What's dead to the living
What's living to the dead
What's a vision to the people who not living in my head
So let us pray
Yea
Let us pray
Yea
So let us pray

The last days of a dying breed
From climbing trees as a kid to flying off the leap
We being freed
My competition is so obsolete
The blood drying on my hands because they all deceased
Let me repeat
The last days of a rising king
From bee stings as a kid to reaching peaks
We being freed
My enemies are so obsolete
The blood drying on my hands because they all deceased
It's time to feast
It's time to feast
So let us pray



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Woods
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