Testimonial - Young Dro, Iya

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