Shelter In The Storm
(专辑: Z-Ro Tolerance - 2003)
[Z-Ro] Of course I'm thankful for another day, my Lord I
can't lie But everytime I
wake up, seem like one of my people gotta die Anthrax poisoning, Hussein and them blew up the
Trade Center Summer, Fall, Spring, Winter, people in the
projects getting thinner Barely enough government cheese, left to feed the
rats But we gotta get it how we live, and how we live is selling crack How we live is kicking doors, how we live is pimping whores How we live is what we do, so we don't live like this no more How we live is wrapping em up, shipping em out wait to receive An overloaded Houston Texas, niggaz make they own bleed Every night another murder scene, that could of been prevented But the
truth is we most def, and the
last soul tormented Every now and then I
duck my head, up in the
sunday service That's the
only place where 5-0, won't burst us bust us Nigga they don't love us, they wanna relocate us to the
Penn We wanna do right, but all we see is sin [Hook] In this land, we need you Jesus Lord have mercy, we need shelter in the
time of storm Uh-huh, well, well, well [Z-Ro] Yeah, Rostafar-i help me, help me All the
young picking them, living in a
rush just to get wealthy (wealthy) And in the
ghetto, we struggle or we hustle till we bubble On top, eliminating competition when we buck shot Don't press that new, but a
new clear shot Fire, fire, fire, fire (fire) Too many sickness and disease, under attack from overseas Mighty job me and for God, please come save the
day If I
should die before I
wake, me leave a
blessing for me people today Mighty job me and for God upon you, take this pain away [Hook x2] [Z-Ro] Now I
lay me, down to sleep I
pray the
Lord keep my body, as my enemies creep Don't wanna be another statistic, living through c.d.'s Either the
graveyard or max. security, prison you'll see G's Look at the
homie's little girl, she ain't nothing but sixteen Trying to support three kids, so she stay coming out her jeans Getting pimped, by somebody that still live with they mama But that's the
only way she know, to get away from all the
drama As for books, the
mind is a
terrible thing to waste As for crooks, the
nine is a
terrible thing to taste Ask them niggaz that don bit the
bullet, but they still here My nigga we ain't seen God befo', but we still fear I
asked him for a
blessing, and he sent me Eugene Now I
got two cars, a
crib and everyday I
dress clean But it ain't no love, they wanna put a
nigga in the
Penn I
wanna do right, but all I
see is sin [Hook x2]