Chords for Kendrick Lamar - Prayer (Piano Cover)

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I [E] was born in February [B] 24th, [Cm] 1970.
The day I was [C#m] delivered they said I would build a [E] legacy.
Pitching me with the [B] lowest and less generous.
[G#] I was made out of love and cute [C#m] and happy and educated.
[E] First three letters of the alphabet beneath.
[D#] I made you laugh, I made you [C#m] dance, I made you sing.
I've [G#m] been around the world and back.
You recorded my almanac.
So daily wait for the fact me and pops was estranged.
My [E] father was a public figure bigger than life.
Lived as a winner, hostage of some like.
Rivers of people surely [C#m] united just to see [C#] our bond.
Time carried on.
That was a [D#] common thread.
My perfect father had many flaws.
Still they [G#m] moved their legs and shook their heads in unison.
He had more children.
I was the oldest.
We always played with each other before they [C#m] warned him.
Told me his personal secrets.
Childhood kitchen.
I'm beaten sexually.
Touched and abused.
Never seen life [E] in a school.
The price of being iconic was demonic [B] and screwed.
I stood on stage and had to watch my father [G#m] on the news.
Stress on the [C#] head and my spirit.
I was lost [G#m] and confused.
I knew both [C#] sides of the story.
Still I [G#m] couldn't choose.
See it was [C#] more than humiliation and being sued.
They crucified my affiliation for [G#m] points to prove.
And now my [C#] purpose for living makes no [G#m] difference to you.
My total [C#] existence was for making a [G#m] smiley move.
They said that [C#] I would live forever.
But the moment he died, more accusations arrived.
I had to [E] die too.
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_ [E] _ [B] August 28, [G#] 1963.
The whole nation [C#m] had saved the day.
I made it [E] on TV.
My come out was [B] a standing ovation.
The crowd in [G#] disbelief.
How could a group of [C#m] words be so great?
Designed to [E] make you think.
Races and faces embracing my conscious and [G#m] letter form.
How gracious was I?
Speaking on changes was outside the norm.
Person responsible? My creator.
He never conformed.
But used hatred to form as retaliation.
[E] Watch him perform with conviction.
250,000 souls left their homes to listen.
I gather his thoughts in abundance [C#] made to complete the mission.
His life became heroic.
Then [D#] tables turned.
My creator stripped from being a poet because [G#m] he heard other women.
[C#] Infidelity stricken.
I can't [G#m] say he was perfect.
It made me [C#] nervous.
They tear him down and [G#m] forget me.
I prayed that I [C#] survive in the midst of the [G#m] controversy.
How many lives [C#] to follow death is if I'm not [G#m] worthy?
I won't justify his [C#] personal problems.
That's not [G#m] my job.
I was only born [C#] to make sure your children can play [G#m] outside.
And I imagine the [C#] other demons he hid before [G#m] he died.
If they came to surface, [C#] this dream probably won't be [E] a lie because of you.
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[E] I was born in paranoia.
[B] His poison for [G#] us.
We can't create with [C#m] joyous ambition.
We're out of luck.
[E] The critics formed a new [B] coalition and huddled up.
[Cm] The non-creators are [C#m] now elated and out of touch.
[E] Why can't you gladly appreciate the influence we [D#] get?
Stop staring at me disgusted.
My substance makes you [G#m] live.
You want the hand of the messenger and the history from him,
which eventually takes away from the goods you [E] accustomed.
Think of a life without the likes of imagination that's prospering.
The bodies that you consider genius, you like [C#m] to box them in.
The great debaters [C#] and thinkers that gave you a [D#] voice.
Why can't you prosecute the crimes and not the thoughts I [G#m] employ?
Because your better judgment [C#] would always look down on [G#m] me.
But if I recollect [C#] how we connect, you'll count on me.
[G#m] I got a theory that [C#] most of y'all won't allow to see.
[G#m] It goes like this.
[C#] Talent doesn't choose morality.
[G#m] See, if Daniel Hill was [C#] a killer, would you not want a [G#m] heart?
Carl Benz [C#] wasn't racist.
Would you stop driving [G#m] cars?
I can't help we jump in [C#] these bodies and you call them a [G#m] god.
Just know the earth is just [C#] a rock without the voices of [E] art.
The city is yours.
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