V-Nasty - Pray for my city lyrics

[Intro: V-nasty] Hey, What's the Murder rate right now? Matter of fact, turn this song off, go on the internet, and look at East Oakland murder rate right now.... [Verse 1: V-nasty] This sh** is getting crazy 8 people shot and a 8 year old baby My prays go to your family High roller I don't know you but this damaged me Its hurts to see what them cameras see Another boy got shot a week ago He was only 3, and Y all know this feels Everyone I grew with is getting k**ed I don't think I can handle it Everywhere It's a bottle It's a candle lit In the city and the siege Every time I turn around they screaming RP My Bruhs locked up so I'm always yelling free Watching channel 2 will make you hate TV I miss all my bruhs I'd give all this up Just to see little Nertie and give him a hug f** the INTERNET they don't know V They think I'm a gimmick slide through the east See how many real motherf**ers f** with me If you don't like it Oh well Don't f** with me [V-nasty to Fab] Hey Fab Man, let them know what's up in these streets man and, I know mommas is stressing out, kids fighting life and sh** [Fab to v-nasty] V, I feel you [V-nasty to fab] This sh** ain't cool bruh [Fab to v-nasty] This some real sh** [Verse 2: Mistah Fab] They say this city lost No-one to lead them from the evil They blame the Anti-Christ Oh sh** I blame the people You know them OGs in the 80s Man thats so D the messages like Brodie Pimped our mommas left us lonely I grew up without no daddy My momma smoking rocks All my brothers selling crack Man all my brothers man they lock In this city got some k**er cops Now these n***as k**ing cops See the under civil war I wonder when will the k**ing stop Praying for Mr little I hope he pulling through If something happen to my daughter I don't know what I would do Man if you don't know the struggle Then you don't know the pain How you come from appearing when they're trying to have you slain This sh** should have had you crazy f**in up your brain I done cried came down like rain Moment of silence Show pity Somebody bow down and pray for my city