Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Presha, artist - Jeru The Damaja. Date of issue: 08.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Presha |
| 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 dont 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 |
| Cuz until we reach the top, can’t stop and won’t stop |
| Can you feel? |
| The presha, the the the presha |
| Hand over |
| The presha, the the the presha |
| Journalists write articles cuz 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 |
| 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 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 |
| (you got to deal with*instead of hand over) |
| Meanwhile, back at Supahuman Klik Headquarters… |