Straight from a block I used to walk down often

Many personalities now left in a coffin

Form reaquainted like I found it in a drop in

Had a homie there from the streets of Boston

Got lost in, the life that the reapers preach

Scythe blade banana clip, cut into dices

Taking chances with these things he thought were so priceless

I'm right with him now he faded past all the clowns

Went to his house and smoked out, the first time for me

So high I threw up, while in my mind I through down

I brought my bag and my laptop with beats on the hardrive now

The bong passed in a circle, one of the dudes went to fill it

Not with the same bottle my homie had that was his and

I looked at his shoes I thought I knew what was next

Everybody took a hit, I kept my beats at my chest

I was next, my friend had told me I had to

To take a hit the first time you couldn't run to the bathroom

Thank god it wasn't laced, I would've hit all all the same

And this beat you hear now would've been lost in the fray

Why I pray

Memories playback, playback, repeat

I look back now and know he really does see me

Believe me, I read into this stuff, back to the first time I ever took a puff

He went to shake my hand as I just looked at his shoes

Bandanna stray tooth skin rough with tattoos

For a while we're alone, me and my homie

Saw why the high enticed him, he was actually kinda lonely

Groaning as he said more people came than they went

Passed out on the bed computer at the back of my head

Awoke and found it where I lay, still have it today

This is why I pray

Days in grey, never seen a smile I liked

More fakers than ever I found some right in a mic

On a mountain doing time seeing the fields they approach

A lawyer, a doctor, music is both

A preacher, a politician, I've got your vote

A counselor, an engineer, I build cities of hope

As you look above and skies are grey

Just remember why I look at you, and why I pray