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Presha (Explicit) - Jeru The Damaja
This goes out to all my young brothers and sisters
Hold ya head things ain＇t always what they seem
I＇m about to give you a dose of reality
Real deal
Nowaways records are played and superstars are made
Still mothers in the ghetto rent don＇t get payed
As a result bullets are sprayed
And their sons are laid
It＇s no myth in ghetto life
If you don＇t fight you fade
Surviving in the streets
Not a task for ordinary men
Growing up in the hood
Young black and supahuman
Caught up in the game of blocks
And cops run your block
Intercourse with witches and hunted by warlocks
For props boos-hoot pop
Another brother drops
He barely knew his pops
Now his little seed will barely know his pops
Tunnel vision like a cyclops
I give you x-ray vision with these supahuman eyedrops
My niggas in the ghetto
Give it everything you got
Cause until we reach the top
Can＇t stop and won＇t stop
Can you feel
The presha the the the presha
The presha the the the presha
The presha the the the presha
The presha the the the presha
Journalists write articles
Cause they can＇t write rhymes
Ever since I was a youth I dealt in crime
Now I＇m trying to reach the youth
To preserve what＇s left
There＇s a fork in the road choose life or death
There＇s too much stress
Too many bullets for your vest
Temptress suck ya best
Exotic strains of syphillis
The rest rest in the Earth
Only the best progress
It＇s you who think I see commercial success
Warning this sh*t is real
This is not a test
And what I express worth more than a Lexus
Serve it like baby food still hard to digest
Long a** niggas is mental slaves I gotta protest
Can you feel
The presha the the the presha
The presha the the the presha
Can you feel
The presha the the the presha
The presha the the the presha
Baby in the crib and dad got no loot for food
So he do what he got to do
Keep it real I don＇t playa hate ya
God my divine nature
Sent at this time to stabilize the structure
We should all live like wise kings
Now sing praise to the gutter
The blazed double X concelead like a box cutter
Brothers should be teaching
Not murdering one anotherWord
To the mother land kill the other man
Lord of the concrete jungle and Tarzan was a black man
Swingin on vines vibin been balancin the eco system
And since there＇s no more niggas in the ghetto here I am
Can you feel
The presha the the the presha
The presha the the the presha
Can you feel
The presha the the the presha
The presha the the the presha
Can you feel
The presha the the the presha
The presha the the the presha
Can you feel
The presha the the the presha
The presha the the the presha
Meanwhile back at Supahuman Klik Headquarters
