How Does It Feel

Speaking of love Tell me how does it feel [How does it feel, how does it feel] Speaking of peace Tell me how does it feel [How does it feel, how does it feel] I feel like the weight of the world here I can’t protect you from it like I used to do past years So, I leave it all in God’s hands and pray like the pastors I know the world tough, wish I could hide it like cashmere Wool over your eyes, though we hunger like fast here For truth, in your youth your only problem was mad beer Now the glass empty and you fill it mad tears Cause peace don't come cheap when you paying like cab fare Yea, and, war is a beast right? Looking at the stars like we used to do all night And, I'm praying on 'em all hoping that you are alright Thinking of the days we used to chill and drink tall sprites Life was simple, just work and pay bills off Now you far away fighting, feeling like Bill Maher These real times, tryna understand what you kill for How it feel heavy like the weight of steel door And, still I open up and share with you heavy hearts Praying for my brother in Afghanistan fighting war Against brothers that you’d probably mistake him for It feel like we all need to love and pray more Speaking of love Tell me how does it feel [How does it feel, how does it feel] Speaking of peace Tell me how does it feel [How does it feel, how does it feel] It touch like the saddest of sad songs We all know somebody that remind us like Trayvon My mind used to tell me “girls we gotta just pray for 'em Cause hate ain't born in you, it's just something they raised on” Shoot 'til the fade gone and practice decease We gotta fight cause we can overcome and we don't compete I got the gift of gab like Gab Douglas, just gotta reach out The bars are in my hand, they can't stand like the beach house The flow, I finally see now The ones that hate the most just want to be where we be now Another day running to makeup like the sad clown Reverse roles they use to hold all of us all down Yo, it came to me like Dan Brown Da Vinci code, we all seeking truth they don't want us to know Yo, like what we really all fighting fo’? It you ask me yall we all need to just pray mo’ For friends, family, and our sanity mostly I'm out here writing for my freedom like Stokely Carmike - I write all day and all night And it feel like love alright, well alright Speaking of love Tell me how does it feel [How does it feel, how does it feel] Speaking of peace Tell me how does it feel [How does it feel, how does it feel]