TOKiMONSTA - Pray for Blue Skies lyrics

[Intro: Frankenstein Sample] [Verse 1]: Let me give you a couple words turned scripture Let me flip a couple of these verses into pictures All six senses enlightened in my depictions But I'm numb to my fictions Remember sitting in Granny's kitchen She was doing dishes My hair was still twisted That means I had to be about five Maybe six-ish Seven at the most But I doubt it Cause in these written's I'm accurate Every verb, noun, and acronym Out of all the guys I knew That all turned to savages I was a pacifist But touch a hair on my family's head And I'm about that action, kid Living life good Not a curse on me like a pastor's kid But you just doing all of this for show Like an actor's wig 8 years, old That was a great year Little did I know The following would be my hate year Watching granny pa** Like, God, can my best friend stay here? I guess he couldn't hear me With his heaven-far-away ears Maybe not, but, now I'm at ten Asking God for a favor If I live life good One day, can I be Granny's neighbor? If I get on my knees every night And I pray to my savior My Mom hurting from losing her Mom God can you save her? I hope you hear all my prayers Cause I can see you clear, man They just vision impaired Let me lend them a pair of eyes As you lend me the strength To write all of the pain in these rhymes And one time [Chorus] [Verse 2]: Thirteen, another year gifted I guess this was everything I wanted and depicted Los Angeles, Hollywood living City of the angels But every one of them sinning? Middle school chilling They were all getting lifted Popping ecstasy to find fantasy in that liquid Looked at them crazy Like, you got to be tripping Then I remembered that they were Like you got to be kidding Fourteen, High School I don't think that they was Before cla** behind the gym And they all getting buzzed Getting higher than Buzz Lightyear When they had subs Standing on top of the school roof Like, "Bro, I'm gonna jump!" But don't bluff Don't pump fake Cause they like to pull pumps Where I'm from Call your front like Crip saying "Hey Blood" Wrong finger movement when they shook up They smell his fear Now he shook up Grab semi's out the trunk Automatic let that clip dump-dump You better run Because around here, man They do it all for fun Chicago, Illinois Man they all about the funds And I, still wonder if I'll make it to my eighties And If I do, you better play this for my grand-babies Show them that I made all of this history fun Misery never won Now play this out One, one [Chorus] [Outro: Frankenstein Sample]