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Don Trip

Shelter

 

Shelter

(album: Help Is On The Way - 2012)


[Hook:]
I find shelter, in this way
Undercover, hide away
And can you hear when I say
I have never felt this way

[Verse 1:]
Rent due, as a matter of fact it's past due
And she'll be crushed if she receive anymore bad news
Sad Cinderella story, no glass shoe
And no fairy tale ending, only cash rules
That's enough to make you nuts, no cashews
Mama barely even have enough to buy us fast food
So we took the rich like, what we gotta lose?
Mask like raccoons, 2 words, jack move
Sorry ma, I really am, but really we got a sack to move
And I don't see no way up out this gutter inside this classroom
Sorry ma, I had to, really I was glad to
How long you thought them unemployment checks was gonna last you
Now I got 2 kids, already outgrown my dad shoes
Cause he just ran away like fuck these rascals, that's rude
Filled with all these burdens that we just add to
Dirty is the pile of dirt our names have been dragged through
Going back to my grass roots

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Back over on our side of town
We got work but no break room, we out of time to lounge
No job history, no checks stores, just all juices and pounds
And then we ball until we catch a flagrant foul
No I'm not bowing down, there ain't no fucking way, no how
It's ether a coffin and the tux, or 40 acres and a house
He who thinks of giving up, should tuck his nuts and wear a blouse
Real man face the storm equiped with nothing but a smile
I'm staring in my mirror, I'm so motherfucking proud
I kept the pride of a lion, even when times got wild
I go to hell and back and then go back just for my child, my children
Do whatever to keep this food in our mouths
And I would serve bullets to whoever interrupt our chow
I'm just tryna lift us up like the people's eyebrow
Wow, look at all the hatred I found
And all I did was lend a hand to all my folks that stayed down

[Hook]

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