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  • Текст песни Jeru The Damaja - Presha

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    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

    Nowadays, 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 eye drops
    My niggas in the ghetto, give it everything you got
    'cause until we reach the top, can't stop and won't stop

    [Chorus: x2]
    Can you feel?
    The presha, the the the presha
    Hand over
    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 shit 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 ass niggas is mental slaves, I gotta protest

    [Chorus: x2]

    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, concealed like a box cutter
    Brothers should be teaching, not murdering one another
    Word, 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

    [Chorus: x4]

    (You got to deal with, instead of hand over)

    Meanwhile, back at Supahuman Klik Headquarters

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