Issue No 147 Pray For Blue Skies Lyrics
Pray for Blue Skies by Issue No. 147
(Verse)
Let me give you a couple words transcription
Let me flip a couple letters, verses into pictures
All six sense enlightened in my depictures
But I numb to my fictions, remember sittin' in granny's kitchen
And she was doin' dishes, my hair was still twisted
And Mina had to be about five, maybe six-ish
Seven at the most, but I doubt it, cause in these
Writings I'm accurate, every burned out acronym
Outta all the guys I knew that all turned to savages
I was the pacifist, but touch a hair on my family's head
I'm bout that action, kid. Livin' life good, not a curse on me
Like a pacist kid. Shooters doin' all of this for show
Like an actor's whig. 8 years? Oh, that was a great year
Lil' did I know the followin' would be my hate year
Watchn' granny pass, my God, can my best friend stay here?
I guess he couldn't hear me with his head far away
Now I'm here standin', askin' 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 hurtin' fo' loosin' her mom, God, can you save her?
I hope you hear all my prayers, cause I can see you clear, man
They just visioning him. I'mma lend them my pair of eyes
Cause he gives me the strength to write all the pain in these rhymes
One time
(Verse)
13, another year, I'm gifted
Guess this was everything I wanted it depicted
Los Angeles, Hollywood livin', city of the Angels,
But every one of them sinnin'
Middle school chillin', they will all get enlifted
Poppin' ecstasy, pop venasy in that liquid
Loo bad and crazy like you gotta be trippin'
And I remember that they were, like you gotta be kiddin'
Let me give you a couple words transcription
Let me flip a couple letters, verses into pictures
All six sense enlightened in my depictures
But I numb to my fictions, remember sittin' in granny's kitchen
And she was doin' dishes, my hair was still twisted
And Mina had to be about five, maybe six-ish
Seven at the most, but I doubt it, cause in these
Writings I'm accurate, every burned out acronym
Outta all the guys I knew that all turned to savages
I was the pacifist, but touch a hair on my family's head
I'm bout that action, kid. Livin' life good, not a curse on me
Like a pacist kid. Shooters doin' all of this for show
Like an actor's whig. 8 years? Oh, that was a great year
Lil' did I know the followin' would be my hate year
Watchn' granny pass, my God, can my best friend stay here?
I guess he couldn't hear me with his head far away
Now I'm here standin', askin' 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 hurtin' fo' loosin' her mom, God, can you save her?
I hope you hear all my prayers, cause I can see you clear, man
They just visioning him. I'mma lend them my pair of eyes
Cause he gives me the strength to write all the pain in these rhymes
One time
(Verse)
13, another year, I'm gifted
Guess this was everything I wanted it depicted
Los Angeles, Hollywood livin', city of the Angels,
But every one of them sinnin'
Middle school chillin', they will all get enlifted
Poppin' ecstasy, pop venasy in that liquid
Loo bad and crazy like you gotta be trippin'
And I remember that they were, like you gotta be kiddin'