Vic Mensa

Sunday Morning Intro
Young Victor As you go through this journey of incredible heights and indescribable lows Remember, yours is a story of resurrection from the dead like Osiris From the slums of West Africa to the cages of Attica You're still alive If there is one thing I can impart upon you It is to protect your gift Sunday morning at momma's house, meditating No Hennessy in my gut, my second week of sobriety Feeling high off life, it's like I'm levitating Left the alcoholism in last month Last drunk night I swerved in a Rover and crashed with a loaded gun in the stash Man, God gotta be looking over my ass Sometimes I feel undeserving Tryna let go of what doesn't serve me Stopped fucking with hoes and put the Newports down Picked up the Quran just as a resource now Prophet Isa say, "You shouldn't judge a man's flaws" As if you are a Lord, but I know every man's God I try to be intentional Sometimes I feel like I'm invincible Sometimes I feel like I'm invisible Even when I'm empty, I can't let a nigga pimp me The industry want me selling myself like Deuce Bigalow The strip club don't sell what I'm looking for Letras de cancionesThe kinda love 2Pac sang about unconditional So I take a moment to just be Look myself in the mirror and learn how to love me All my life I Dreamt of being free All my life Been looking for me To love Bismillah Al-Rahman Al-Raheem Al-hamdu lillahi Rabb il-'alamin Al-Rahman Al-Raheem From Letras Mania