[Verse 1 - Quay]
Pray for me, young man with big plans
Billions envisioned but start with less than 10 grand
What to do? Moms needs me
My state need me, Hip-Hop starvin', sayin' "feed me"
Enter my complex, my stress
Not concave... nah--- more like it's convex
Sorry, let me explain it at its simplest
This is my heart... nah--- this is my art
My only chance, to do my part
Lyrics learn to sew and knit with the hope of
Gettin' words to stitch and, reupholster my culture
Save more than myself: takin' it further
And I can't comeback until we all got 40 acres
And the mule's a Cadillac
God Bless the day for me
And let the people pray for me

[Verse 2 - Quay]
Look! Anyone can get on mic and rhyme
But how many will be remembered in due time
Mine! Understand that where I rhyme and where I'm in
Everything I'm not makes me everything I am
Damn, maybe I could spit a verse or two
To help another person just get through
A life they ain't ask for but forced to just use
Figure my words as your just dues
So excuse, if the raps aren't in metaphors
I'd rather speak it plain so more people can feel me more
Recognize: I don't want to rap to you
I'd rather speak it plain so that I can rap through you
All in hopes that my word connects
Explains my complex about bein' too complex
Cause, lyrically I could be Talib Kweli
But at the end of the day, who would pray for me?