Sunday Morning Intro (feat. Omari Hardwick)

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 **** pimp me

The industry want me selling myself like Deuce Bigalow

The strip club don't sell what I'm looking for

The 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