Prayer Lyrics - Port Of Miami - Rick Ross

"Psalm 27, Lord is my light and my salvation" 

Whom I shall fear? 'Cuz I have sinned 

The Lord is the strength of my life 

Whom shall I be afraid? 

And before I wrap up this 'Port Of Miami' 

There's a lot of my brothers and sisters 

They stumble and fell 

That wasn't here to watch this come to parents 

Since I came, I'ma say a prayer 

This was 12 years in the makin', no side deals wit Satan 

I'm dealin' wit the Maker, straight up 

A lot of homies ask what's a prayer? 

A prayer is what kept me focused 12 years 

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A prayer is what saved me, I should have been indited 

Now my kids know Jay-Z 

A prayer is what kept me here when them bullets cut the air 

I fell and I just said a prayer 

A prayer is like medicine 

It will heal wounds, ask Bush Veterans 

Big holes in a n*** side 

Snub nose, 45, homeboy, just close your eyes 

Put your hands together, bow your head 

1, keep me alive, 2, keep me out the Feds 

3, gotta bless the kids, 4, 1 for the fam' 

5, for the dividends, dear Lord, here I am 

So I repent my sins, forgive me 

1, the grapes on the plate, 2, the tags on their feet 

3, the nights Mama cried, 4, I'm thuggin' wit the fam' 

5, for the dividends, dear Lord, here I am 

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I swear to God, I've done some things in the past 

If I could, please Lord, I'll help you bring 'em back 

I feel pain, man 'cuz I can't speak on it 

That's why I get so many songs, I can't sleep homie 

Tattoos for forgiveness 

I might not get but forgive me 

I'm here and I'm fightin' like a mother mother 

Triple C excited like a mother mother 

Say a prayer, put the *** in the air 

Thank God once again for makin' me a millionaire 

I thank God for makin' me a millionaire 

Put your hands together, bow your head 

1, keep me alive, 2, keep me out the Feds 

3, gotta bless the kids, 4, 1 for the fam' 

5, for the dividends, dear Lord, here I am 

So I repent my sins, forgive me 

1, the grapes on the plate, 2, the tags on their feet 

3, the nights Mama cried, 4, I'm thuggin' wit the fam' 

5, for the dividends, dear Lord, here I am 

I used to get stacks off the *** zone 

Now I'm back to back covers for the ozone 

[Incomprehensible] the magazine, Billboard goin' strong 

Rollin' in a Phantom wit mother mother Rolling Stones 

You stuck wit me through thick and thin 

Sittin' back, got your mama sittin' in a Benz 

Make you damn near wanna cry 

Low '95, stack money like homicide 

Bloodshed after midnight 

It's just me and this *** tryin' to get right 

It's bloodshed after midnight 

It's just Ross and his kush tryin' to get right 

Put your hands together, bow your head 

1, keep me alive, 2, keep me out the Feds 

3, gotta bless the kids, 4, 1 for the fam' 

5, for the dividends, dear Lord, here I am 

So I repent my sins, forgive me 

1, the grapes on the plate, 2, the tags on their feet 

3, the nights Mama cried, 4, I'm thuggin' wit the fam' 

5, for the dividends, dear Lord, here I am 

Ross