Young Dro, Iya - Testimonial feat. IYA

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Everyday I pray to make it out the slums Lord
But I know peace don’t come easy, so I work hard for it
Got my ears to these streets, eyes to the sky
Hands on supply, ready to buss on any busta lookin' for a come up
I speak for the overcomers, for those accustomed to the dungeons
Where they ain’t no stories of rags to riches, just rags to more raggedy
Avenues filled with addicts addicted to not having shit
Where the helpless get high to cope with their existence
The homeless buy hope and kids sit on corners, pitchin' ideas to pass us by
wishin' life supplied them with an intermission
Prayin' for a break, a breakthrough, in a second just to take 'em to the
intuition
Tryna sow the sea, our sons and daughters need to see more love more hugs and
more kisses
My heart’s cold, so I suppose I scold my own reflection in the mirror
But, one step at a time, may the divine blessed the divine and heal those who
hide behind the faces who are sighed
This hindsight got my mind right, so I pray my little light encourages yours
enough to shine