"Prayer Hands" lyrics
Yo', I was only 17
Half a mil' in my hand, the work I did, did many things
Sin leads you to death, I turn my back to serve the king
I can't say I love you when I hurt you usually
Keep your laws and your commands, you made it clear for you and me
That's a size six, it's different shoes for you and me
They say Jesus Christ, yeah, oh yeah, I was shot
Either way, know I'm stepping for my Lord, I'm ready to die
Yo', yo', yo', yo', yo', yo', yo', yo', yo'
I got prayer hands, I got prayer hands
I got prayer hands, I got prayer hands
I got prayer hands, I got prayer hands, yeah
You gon' need God after I'm done
With Israel, I'm one of his sons
And they Christian rappers, yes, he's buns
I just wrote an album, right back at it, uh
Smellin' like I got the runs
It's life or death, it's stage
The people need someone they can really feel
That's probably why he chose me, I wanna work for the ones who oppressed
He with a broken heart and he want the people who bring even less
He's your greatest light, you lean on him and you'll find rest
I'm a so rich, it's showing, my glasses broke, they think it's designer
My wife, oh yeah, fine China
I don't wanna hear your feelings, I wanna hear what them scriptures 'bout
Friends up, oh, but it's real like, if I ever pull my spirit out
I should've been dead, I'm 25, big 2-5
If it's death coming, I ain't scared of it
I live for the Most High, spirits coming out
I just lift the right hand
Keep your laws and your commands, you made it clear for you and me
That's a size six, it's different shoes for you and me
They say Jesus Christ, yeah, oh yeah, I was shot
Either way, know I'm stepping for my Lord, I'm ready to die
Yo', yo', yo', yo', yo', yo', yo', yo', yo'
I got prayer hands, I got prayer hands
I got prayer hands, I got prayer hands
I got prayer hands, I got prayer hands, yeah
I got brothers who too over-righteous
I got brothers who need to step it up
And it look warm
I'm sorry, spitting you out
You better gather your gifts and talents
We gotta get back the work
Envy's a sin, brother
I can just tell you I'm hurt
Feel like I always easy to focus, when I don't know who you is
He better up his gigs, my God just way too big
All the crying he sound like he did
But he didn't change, not even one bit
You only wanted your face, lil' bro
You did not truly repent
Half a mil' in my hand, the work I did, did many things
Sin leads you to death, I turn my back to serve the king
I can't say I love you when I hurt you usually
Keep your laws and your commands, you made it clear for you and me
That's a size six, it's different shoes for you and me
They say Jesus Christ, yeah, oh yeah, I was shot
Either way, know I'm stepping for my Lord, I'm ready to die
Yo', yo', yo', yo', yo', yo', yo', yo', yo'
I got prayer hands, I got prayer hands
I got prayer hands, I got prayer hands
I got prayer hands, I got prayer hands, yeah
You gon' need God after I'm done
With Israel, I'm one of his sons
And they Christian rappers, yes, he's buns
I just wrote an album, right back at it, uh
Smellin' like I got the runs
It's life or death, it's stage
The people need someone they can really feel
That's probably why he chose me, I wanna work for the ones who oppressed
He with a broken heart and he want the people who bring even less
He's your greatest light, you lean on him and you'll find rest
I'm a so rich, it's showing, my glasses broke, they think it's designer
My wife, oh yeah, fine China
I don't wanna hear your feelings, I wanna hear what them scriptures 'bout
Friends up, oh, but it's real like, if I ever pull my spirit out
I should've been dead, I'm 25, big 2-5
If it's death coming, I ain't scared of it
I live for the Most High, spirits coming out
I just lift the right hand
Keep your laws and your commands, you made it clear for you and me
That's a size six, it's different shoes for you and me
They say Jesus Christ, yeah, oh yeah, I was shot
Either way, know I'm stepping for my Lord, I'm ready to die
Yo', yo', yo', yo', yo', yo', yo', yo', yo'
I got prayer hands, I got prayer hands
I got prayer hands, I got prayer hands
I got prayer hands, I got prayer hands, yeah
I got brothers who too over-righteous
I got brothers who need to step it up
And it look warm
I'm sorry, spitting you out
You better gather your gifts and talents
We gotta get back the work
Envy's a sin, brother
I can just tell you I'm hurt
Feel like I always easy to focus, when I don't know who you is
He better up his gigs, my God just way too big
All the crying he sound like he did
But he didn't change, not even one bit
You only wanted your face, lil' bro
You did not truly repent
Writer(s): Tyrone Brown
