Lyrical Breakdown of Pray For Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Pray For Me" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Boosie Badazz weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Pray For Me" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Boosie Badazz employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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I said a prayer for his daughter like his child was mine
Reason 'cause one time we do the same sign
Thousand keys, thousand vines used to see the line
Everybody gettin' somethin' baby, take your time
I hope them people prayed for me when I was doing time
Why I ain't had no sicker line, it was on my mind
'Cause I was there doing shows, made money out my name
Gave me nothing but still I prayed for 'em
God make a way for 'em
When my niggas on the streets really wanted to take from 'em
I kept it real with ya, ain't let 'em take nothing
Never change what I rap, never change what I see
So if you say I changed then you changed on me
I said a prayer for that nigga in the pen
Even though he told everything that we did
How kind of bullshit going down, me and my brother
Still I prayed for him, only be there 'cause I love him
I hope the whole world (Pray for me, pray for me)
I hope somebody out there (Pray for me, pray for me)
I hope the whole world (Pray for me, pray for me)
Pray for me though you fix yourself to hate on me
Why don't you pray for me?
(Pray for me, pray for me)
I hope somebody out there (Pray for me, pray for me)
I hope a real nigga (Pray for me, pray for me)
Though you fix yourself to hate on me
Why don't you pray for me?
'Cause I been going through
Diabetes in my body, this some other mood
Never fuckin' with nobody, why you fuck with Boos?
Say a prayer 'fore you tell me how you loving Boos
This that struggle mood
I needed more prayers, man got a Jesus chain
A diamond bible just to show him I respect his name
Gave me a title that no one could ever take away
The realest innit? In return, all I do is pray
All I ask is that you pray for me, keep me on your mind
Rappers dying, you ain't even gotta cross the line
It ain't no love, everybody wants your downfall
From the heart, I don't even want the ground yo
Said a prayer for C-Murder and he said it back
Me and my nigga on the wreck, God bring us back
When council came and they took care of my kid
I had a nigga really in his feelings
I been doing pit
(Pray for me, pray for me)
I hope somebody out there (Pray for me, pray for me)
I hope the whole world (Pray for me, pray for me)
Pray for me though you fix yourself to hate on me
Why don't you pray for me?
(Pray for me, pray for me)
I hope somebody out there (Pray for me, pray for me)
I hope a real nigga (Pray for me, pray for me)
Though you fix yourself to hate on me
Why don't you pray for me?
Said a prayer for the nigga in the pen
Even though he told everything that we did
Lots of lost souls and a lots of lost key
The ones throwing foes
Hope they say where they live
Here's to every bad b (Pray for me)
Fuckin' retard (Everything lay with me)
This rap life hard (But a nigga gotta eat)
I'm praying for you blood (Hoping that it gets sweet)
'Cause I know it get hard for a nigga like me
Sittin' behind bars and you can't touch the street
I say what people can't say, what people can't speak
I told Zay on sunday when he on 'em keys, nigga
Pray for me