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The Prayer
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Hip-Hop/Rap
The Prayer was released on March 15, 2018 by Solara Records as a part of the album The Prayer - Single
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Up The RIvals
Up The RIvals
Performer
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Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Holasa
Peter Holasa
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Peter Holasa
Peter Holasa
Producer

Lyrics

I was born on February 24th, 1970
The day I was delivered, they said I would build a legacy
Picture me with influence that lasts generations
I was made out of love to keep you happy and educated
The first three letters of the alphabet, my name
I made you laugh, I made you dance, I made you sing
I been around the world and back
You recorded my almanac
So dearly, way before the fact
Me and pops was estranged
My father was a public figure, bigger than life
Lived as a winner, whole stages alike
Rivers of people surely united just to see our bond
Time carried on, that was a common thread
My perfect father had many flaws
Still, they moved their legs and shook their heads in unison
He had more children, I was the oldest
We always played with each other 'fore they ruined him
He told me his personal secrets, childhood, catching him beaten
Sexually touched and abused, never seen life in a school
The price of being iconic was demonic in school
I stood on stage and had to watch my father on the news
Stress on the head of my spirit, I was lost and confused
I knew both sides of the story, but still, I couldn't choose
See, it was more than humiliation and being sued
They crucified my affiliation for points to prove
And now my purpose for living makes no difference to you
My total existence was for making a smile and move
They said that I'll live forever
But the moment he died, more accusations arrived
I had to die too
I remember taking my first breath
August 28, 1963
The whole nation had saved the day
I made it on TV
My come-out was astounding, no vague
The crowd in disbelief
How could a group of words be so great?
Designed to make you think
Races and faces embracing my conscious and let it form
How gracious was I?
Speaking on changes was outside the norm
The person responsible, my creator
He never conformed or used hatred to form as retaliation
Watch him perform with conviction
250,000 Souls left their homes to listen
I gathered his thoughts in abundance, made to complete the mission
This life became heroic, then tables turned
My creator stripped from being a poet because he yearned
Other women, infidelity stricken
I can't say he was perfect
It made me nervous, they'd tear him down and forget me
I prayed that I'd survive in the midst of the controversy
How many lives will fall on deaf ears if I'm not worthy?
I won't justify his personal problems, that's not my job
I was only born to make sure your children can play outside
And I imagined the other demons he hid before he died
If they came to surface, this dream probably won't be alive
Because of you
I was born in paranoia, it's poison for us
We can't create with joyous ambition, we're out of luck
The critics formed a new coalition and huddled up
The non-creators are now elated and out of touch
Why can't you gladly appreciate the influence we give?
Stop staring at me disgusted, my substance made sure you lived
You want the head of the messenger and the history from him
Which eventually takes away from the good you're accustomed
Think of a life without the likes of imagination that's prospering
The bodies that you consider genius, you like to box them in
The great debaters and thinkers that gave you a voice
Why can't you prosecute the crimes and not the thoughts I employ?
Because your better judgment would always look down on me
But if I recollect how we connect, you'll count on me
I got a theory that most of y'all won't allow to see
It goes like this, talent doesn't choose morality
See, if Daniel Hale was a killer, would you not want a heart?
If Karl Benz was a racist, would you stop driving cars?
I can't help we jump in these bodies and you call them a god
Just know the Earth is just a rock without the voices of art
Sincerely yours
Written by: Peter Holasa
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