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 *
Sometimes I feel undeserving
Tryna let go of what doesn't serve me
Stopped * 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 I
Been looking for me
To love

Bismillah Al-Rahman Al-Raheem
Al-hamdu lillahi Rabb il-'alamin
Al-Rahman Al-Raheem