Представляем точный текст композиции "Presha" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Jeru The Damaja . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Presha» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Jeru The Damaja передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Jeru The Damaja - "Presha"
Lyrics to Presha : [Intro:] This goes out to all my young brothers and sisters Hold ya head, things aint always what they seem Im 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 Its no myth, in ghetto life, if you dont 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, cant stop and wont stop [Chorus x2:] Can you feel' The presha, the the the presha Hand over The presha, the the the presha [Jeru The Damaja] Journalists write articles cuz they cant write rhymes Ever since I was a youth I dealt in crime Now Im trying to reach the youth, to preserve whats left Theres a fork in the road, choose life or death Theres 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 Its 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] [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 dont 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 theres 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... [ Presha Lyrics ]
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