paroles de chanson Shelter From Da Storm - 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, sipping on my weight to receive
An overloaded Houston Texas, niggas make they own bleed
Every night another murder scene that could have been prevented
But the truth is we love death 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

Jah, Rastafari, help me (help me)
All the young pickney dem living in a rush just to get wealthy (wealthy)
Inna the ghetto, we struggle and we hustle 'til we pop up on top
Eliminating with competition when we buck shot
Don't press that new button, and ah pierce that fire
Fire, fire, fire, fire

Too many sickness and disease, under attack from overseas
Mighty Jah we haffi count on you, please come save the day
If I should die before I wake, mi leave a blessing for mi people today
Mighty Jah mi haffi count on 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, uh-huh

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 CDs
Either the graveyard or max security prison, you'll see cheese

Look at the homie's little girl, she ain't nothing but sixteen
Tryna 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 done bit the bullet but they still here
My nigga we ain't seen God before 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, uh-huh

In this land, we need you Jesus
Lord have mercy, we need shelter in the time of storm
Uh-huh, well, well, well