Slaughterhouse(슬로터하우스)Pray(It`s A Shame)
[Intro: Joe Budden]
Lord..
Please continue to guide. direct. and protect my niggaz
From the world. and from themselves

[Chorus: Joe Budden]
Lord can you please shine that light on your sons
They sent you a million prayers. you ain`t answered near one
{`Ohh. it`s a shame. baby baby`} It`s a shame
I`m down on both knees. Father talk to `em please
All you put `em through is pain. but will it ever cease?
{`Ohh. it`s a shame. baby baby`} What a shame

[Joell Ortiz]
Yowwa! What up world? I`m Joell
Sixth floor. project door. broke bell
Only child. no brother. no sis
Moms runnin out the door to go sniff
My highwater pants don`t fit
Afro growin all wild. no pic man
{`Ohh. it`s a shame. baby baby`}
Is what my teacher said for class pics
My pops? I don`t know where he at
He left one day. he said he`d be back
The stove keep me warm in the winter
I`m tired of Beefaroni for dinner
My grandmoms got a bad liver
I`m just watchin her fade away
Man. I don`t know what else to say
So at the end of every day I pray. I say

[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5`9`]
What up world? I`m the SHIT
I`m headed to Hell in a hand-basket
I pop pills. abuse liquor and kill niggaz
When I die. God ain`t gon` judge. he gon` deal with us
That`s why them reckless quotes come with my drama
My pops while coke-infested. cum in my momma
{`Ohh. it`s a shame. baby baby`}
I know. right?
For those nights that I was havin them seizures
For those mornings that I was havin trouble breathin
C`mon listen; I was only a fo`-pound baby
So I grew up into grown and went fo`-pound crazy
Daddy was gangsta. mommy was passive
Boxin gloves for Christmas. I needed classes
My daddy beat our ass. that`s probably why we assassins
But he`ll do anythang for me; Joey pray for me

[Chorus]

[Crooked I]
What up world? I`m a lost soul
Challengin the devil standin at the crossroads
I just shot a dirty snake with my .38
He shot me too. now I`m waitin at the Pearly Gates
I seen the angel Gabriel and I came real
A lame tried to kill me. so I aim steel
{`Ohh. it`s a shame. baby baby`}
Ask God is that somethin that he can`t feel
I had a six-shot popper and I brought it with me
I put his thinkin cap somewhere he never thought it would be
I didn`t son him. he`s a daughter to me
Instead of hangin with thugs he`s slangin drugs. shoulda got a college degree
But growin up in the hood`ll leave your mind baffled
We put haters in the past like time travel
That`s my murder story. I`m past purgatory
I need prayer though. Joey put a word in for me

[Chorus]