Lyrics The Pressure - Enoch 7th Prophet

Son of a rolling stone, born in the district raised by my grandma, mama was a street fiend
Till she found jesus, then she got her soul clean
Used to dream in color, the world is really black and white
Pop's dead and gone, so i guess I'm his afterlife

What he did wrong, I just wanna make it right
Yeah, I look like him, so precious in my mom's sight
Hauntingly beautiful, scary and insuitable
Writing to this musical, dealing with my feelings so the song would be meaningful

Staying out the limelight, my aura glows
Pulling those attracted to my energy, vividly
Living in this parallel universe, honestly
Knowing this is history, love and the liberty

Walking through it gingerly, knew this was prophecy
Smells unfamiliar till my nose, I'm too potent
Focus on the future like scottie pippen, i'm tripping
Lacing up my bootstraps, eyes out the windows to the soul

I see spirits, haunting, daunting, wanting,
At the same time, what's calling
The pressure
And then your parents was out on the street
Because right now, you kinda in that situation

The present, you can make it a little bit better
You can make it a whole lot better