How Does It Feel - Rapsody, Rocki Evans

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 wishing 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 a 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

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