Chords for A Rebel's Prayer (feat. B-Dawg)

[Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [F] Yeah, this is for my homeboy [Am] Flip, paid in full.
[G] Pop [F] Rex, he's Coco.
Coming together. _
[Am] [G] You're breathing shank in my flesh, [F] put a demon on my arm.
I [Dm] was stinking [Am] to death.
Hit the hood up three places, [G] so I'm sure they noticed [F] where I'm from.
On my neck is the personal code.
[Am] My heart mama really [G] wasn't doing so great.
[F] So I got that tattoo, man, who can [Am] relate?
5'10 on my forearm, [G] back and I got that.
[F] It was also Pittsburgh, San Diego.
And I [Am] got various [G] hoes who do me multiple favors.
[F] Got a pocket [Am] full of weed and a place for the latest.
How I got into this greed is [G] still unknown to ya, boy.
[F] Don't be helping anybody [Am] and I'm known to destroy.
A motherfucker's whole life, he [G] crossed my team.
[Dm] So I lost my [Am] fucking mind when I lost my cream.
I got a problem with my temper [G] and it ain't no secret.
[F] Two sides of the game, yeah, thank you Jesus.
[Am] For allowing us to live [G] long enough to record this.
[Dm] Them bullets really killed, we know I made them this chorus.
[Am] We done made it through [G] some shit we wasn't supposed to [Dm] survive.
So if we give [Am] props to God, bitch, hope you're surprised.
I love you mama, your [G] father raised me the right [F] way.
And [Am] always have my back despite what police might say.
About my character, [G] eternally I'll never [Dm] yip.
And always have you in [Am] mind when I cross barriers.
Your son's a rebel, but [G] righteous at every level.
[F] Considered by some [Am] a devil for fighting using [B] my metal [Am]-pampered souls.
They don't know of [G] what they're talking about.
[F] Ignorant zombies in [Am] society, walking without vests on the street.
[D] Life living, but [G] with disdain and opinion.
[F] I'm the reason why my people and I constantly [G] tripping.
[Am] Silver spoon fed, born with [G] bread, never had to struggle.
[Dm] Got a slap on the wrist every [Am] time they got in trouble.
Whereas us on the other hand, [G] are sheep to the government.
[F] And prisons are corralled for [D] lower class trying to cover rank.
[Am] So many petty capers [G] keep us locked away in cages.
[Dm] One of many wealthy's scared to [Am] produce labor without wages.
The violence is contagious, [Em] that's why they bombarding plagues.
We're [Am] terror to justify wars, we're fighting innate.
But we gotta look through the camera blobs, [Em] fight every camp of laws.
[F] I'm far from an angel, but [Am] best believe I walk in stride with God.
You're allowing us to live [G] long enough to recover this.
[Dm] Them bullets could've killed me, no I made them this chorus.
[Am] We done made it [G] through some shit we wasn't supposed to [Dm] survive.
So if we give props to God, [Am] bitch, hope it's a surprise.
I love your mama, [G] your father raised me the right [F] way.
And [Am] always have my back despite what police might say.
About my character, [G] eternally I'll never [F] yip.
And always have you in mind when I cross barriers.
[Am] When the world turned its back, [G] all I had was a gang.
[F] From the bottom to the top with just my word and [G] my name.
[A] I ain't never [Am] had no silver [G] spoon to feed me a plate.
[F] Chose the dugging cause the loving [E] that they offered [Am] was fat.
Had to find another way, [G] follow a different path.
[F] Love your mama when you in this deep, there's no turning back.
[Am] Understand my goals to make you [G] proud, don't read it, we talk.
[Dm] I'm out here fighting [Am] to survive, this road ain't easily walked.
The odds are stacked up against me, [G] Lord.
It's one of them times [F] when I could really use your guidance.
[Dm] Don't need much to turn violent, but [Am] once again I sit in silence [G] waiting for your reply.
[Dm] I'm going crazy, my little devil got control of [Am] your baby.
Before you leave I'll keep you in my [Em] prayers and close to my heart.
So [F] much that I still wanna say, I just don't know where [Dm] to start.
No [Am] need to worry when I run the [Em] streets cause I'll be alright.
[F] You gave your all in raising me, for that I owe you my life.
[Am] For allowing us to live [G] long enough to record [Dm] this.
Them bullets that I killed, we know I made them this chorus.
[Am] We done made it [G] through some shit we wasn't supposed [Dm] to survive.
So if we give props to [Am] God, bitch, no big surprise.
I love your mama, [G] your father, raised me the right [Am] way.
And always have my back despite what police might say.
About my [G] character, eternally I'll bear for [F] you.
And always have you in mind when I cross [Am] barriers.
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