Текст песни From the Heart - PrEZ

My girl Momma
Asked if I'm still dabbling
Caught up with them hustlers
Man you can't fathom
Manifesting habits
Still a fiend for cabbage
Excursions and travels
With some mental baggage
They done took your Homie
So you down to ride
Just another day another homicide
Damn I hate to see
My nigga Momma cry
Remember hood kool-aid
And Splenda
Inner circles and private agendas
But never surrender
Souls that remain unconquerable
And them drug vendors
Think they keep it 100
Just emotionally stunted
Man all this work for nothing
Got a see some
Progress or something
Recite the parables of broken men
Say a breath prayer
After a committed sin
Can't forget the
RICO charge and the witnesses
Long winters and notes
Saying you misses him
And you missed Ray Ray christening
A lot of soldiers
Gone before the mission ends
Keep the tires rolling
Like Michelin
Keep a fight song like Michigan
Focused on spiritual conditioning
Slight PTSD always anxious
Close my eyes and
I see my niggas faces
Heard he got
Public defenders on them cases
Feeling like Tracy Lee
Analyzing many faces