Текст песни Jeru the Damaja - Presha
Jeru the Damaja - Presha слова песни
Intro:This goes out to all my young brothers and sistersHold ya head, things ain`t always what they seemI`m about to give you a dose of realityReal deal{Jeru The Damaja}Nowaways, records are played and superstars are madeStill mothers in the ghetto, rent dont get payedAs a result, bullets are sprayed and their sons are laidIt`s no myth, in ghetto life, if you don`t fight you fadeSurviving in the streets, not a task for ordinary menGrowing up in the hood, young black and supahumanCaught up in the game of blocks and cops run your blockIntercourse with witches and hunted by warlocksFor props, boos-hoot pop, another brother dropsHe barely knew his pops, now his little seed will barely know his popsTunnel vision like a cyclopsI give you x-ray vision with these supahuman eyedropsMy niggas in the ghetto, give it everything you gotCuz until we reach the top, can`t stop and won`t stopChorus 2X:Can you feel?The presha, the the the preshaHand overThe presha, the the the presha{Jeru The Damaja}Journalists write articles cuz they can`t write rhymesEver since I was a youth I dealt in crimeNow I`m trying to reach the youth, to preserve what`s leftThere`s a fork in the road, choose life or deathThere`s too much stress, too many bullets for your vestTemptress, suck ya best, exotic strains of syphillisThe rest, rest in the Earth, only the best progressIt`s you who think I see commercial successWarning, this shit is real, this is not a testAnd what I express worth more than a LexusServe it like baby food, still hard to digestLong ass niggas is mental slaves, I gotta protestChorus 2X{Jeru The Damaja}Baby in the crib, and dad got no loot for foodSo he do what he got to doKeep it real, I don`t playa hate yaGod my divine nature, sent at this time to stabilize the structureWe should all live like wise kings, now sing praise to the gutterThe blazed double X, concelead like a box cutterBrothers should be teaching, not murdering one anotherWord, to the mother land, kill the other manLord of the concrete jungle, and Tarzan was a black manSwingin on vines vibin, been balancin the eco systemAnd since there`s no more niggas in the ghetto, here I amChorus 4X(you got to deal with*instead of hand over)Meanwhile, back at Supahuman Klik Headquarters...