Straight from a block I used to walk down often Many personalities now left in a coffin Form reaquainted like I found it in a drop in Had a homie there from the streets of Boston Got lost in, the life that the reapers preach Scythe blade banana clip, cut into dices Taking chances with these things he thought were so priceless Im right with him now he faded past all the clowns Went to his house and smoked out, the first time for me So high I threw up, while in my mind I through down I brought my bag and my laptop with beats on the hardrive now The bong passed in a circle, one of the dudes went to fill it Not with the same bottle my homie had that was his and I looked at his shoes I thought I knew what was next Everybody took a hit, I kept my beats at my chest I was next, my friend had told me I had to To take a hit the first time you couldnt run to the bathroom Thank god it wasnt laced, I wouldve hit all all the same And this beat you hear now wouldve been lost in the fray Why I pray Memories playback, playback, repeat I look back now and know he really does see me Believe me, I read into this stuff, back to the first time I ever took a puff He went to shake my hand as I just looked at his shoes Bandanna stray tooth skin rough with tattoos For a while were alone, me and my homie Saw why the high enticed him, he was actually kinda lonely Groaning as he said more people came than they went Passed out on the bed computer at the back of my head Awoke and found it where I lay, still have it today This is why I pray Days in grey, never seen a smile I liked More fakers than ever I found some right in a mic On a mountain doing time seeing the fields they approach A lawyer, a doctor, music is both A preacher, a politician, Ive got your vote A counselor, an engineer, I build cities of hope As you look above and skies are grey Just remember why I look at you, and why I pray
playback, went, pray, reaquainted, homie