Artist: Hell Razah & Blue Sky Black Death Album: Razah's Ladder Song: Pray Together Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro: Hell Razah] I'd like to give all praises to the universal father KnowI'msayin'? I'd like to send a prayer for out there For all them thug angels, you know? I'd like to give a prayer for all those that's strugglin', you know? Askin' the Lord to have the holy angels watch over them [Hell Razah] Grandma seventy-seven, she told me Hell we headin' So she have conversations with Heaven Grandaddy still love the caddies, how the young girls keep him happy Even though he married he nasty But he fight to keep the family tight Make sure there mortgage is paid, there's food, clothes, phones and lights Up North he got a daughter that's alone at night She fell in love with the modern day New York City life Forty-one, workin' two jobs for money to come Got a daughter sixteen and a son twenty-one Tried to school 'em how the streets love to swallow the young She tried to keep him out the streets but he followed the gun He got two felonies and a baby that's one And ain't nobody gunshots ain't makin' him run On the low his man hittin' his sister Meanwhile, she got a cat back on Riker's Isle sendin' 'em pictures Tattoos on her back and she hang with strippers Gettin' paid, young age on the stage with liquor Got a crush for them Escalades and laid with killas That's why Grandma prayin' that the Lord forgive us [Chorus x2: Hell Razah w/ samples cut and scratched, sometimes in different order] A family that pray together, stay together "The family must" "My fam, got that good stuff at home" "Y'all amongst the original" [Hell Razah] This for the babies that's eight years old And ain't been told, why people in the blindfold robbin' their own Mommy worked hard buyin' her clothes, she cry in her soul Cuz pops got a habit of that coke in his nose And he background, James Brown, King Heroin Forty-five record spins 'til his song settled in Back then we was proud to be young black men 'Til the streets got us trapped in sellin' Aspirin Helpin' out on the backrent, telephone bills It was eatin' leftovers, ain't no microwave meals Still pops made it possible for the Big Wheel Picture Good Times, was filmed in the hood of the 'Ville When the C.I.A. plan got Malcolm X killed Was a conspiracy they could've revealed The Farrahkhan could make a Million Man March, let the revolution start For the families prayin' apart with broken hearts And the slaves that was thrown to the sharks for bein' smart Out the dark come The Renaissance Child with ancient arts Everybody hold hands and bow heads... [Chorus x2 - samples cut several times more after hook finishes]