Lyrics Shelter From Tha Storm - Slowed - Z-RO
In
this
land,
we
need
you
Jesus
Lord
have
mercy,
we
need
shelter
in
the
time
of
storm
Uh-huh,
well
In
this
land,
we
need
you
Jesus
Lord
have
mercy,
we
need
shelter
in
the
time
of
storm
Uh-huh,
well,
well,
well
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,
sipping
on
my
weight
to
receive
An
overloaded
Houston
Texas,
niggas
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
In
this
land,
we
need
you
Jesus
Lord
have
mercy,
we
need
shelter
in
the
time
of
storm
Uh-huh,
well,
well,
well
Yeah,
Rosta
fall
right
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
til
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
the
people
today
Mighty
job
me
and
for
God
upon
you,
take
this
pain
away
In
this
land,
we
need
you
Jesus
Lord
have
mercy,
we
need
shelter
in
the
time
of
storm
Uh-huh,
well,
well,
well
In
this
land,
we
need
you
Jesus
Lord
have
mercy,
we
need
shelter
in
the
time
of
storm
Uh-huh,
well,
well,
well
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
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
line
is
a
terrible
thing
to
taste
Ask
them
niggas
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
plexing,
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
In
this
land,
we
need
you
Jesus
Lord
have
mercy,
we
need
shelter
in
the
time
of
storm
Uh-huh,
well,
well,
well
In
this
land,
we
need
you
Jesus
Lord
have
mercy,
we
need
shelter
in
the
time
of
storm
Uh-huh,
well,
well,
well
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