Presha Lyrics - Heroz4hire - Jeru The Damaja

Intro: 

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 

{Jeru The Damaja 

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 

'cause until we reach the top, can't stop and won't stop 

Chorus 2X: 

Can you feel? 

The presha, the the the presha 

Hand over 

The presha, the the the presha 

{Jeru The Damaja 

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 2X 

{Jeru The Damaja 

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 

Chorus 4X 

(you got to deal with*instead of hand over) 

Meanwhile, back at Supahuman Klik Headquarters...