Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song SHELTER, artist - Victor Kwesi Mensah.
Date of issue: 25.03.2021
Song language: English
SHELTER |
There’s a war going on outside |
Yeah, I |
There’s a war going on outside |
That nobody’s safe from |
But here in my arms |
I’ll keep you from harm |
There’s no guarantee tonight |
That we will wake up (That we will wake up) |
When night takes the morning |
But if no alarm rings |
You can count on one thing |
I’ll be your shelter |
Emergency |
Please count on me, yeah, I |
I’ll be your superhero |
When danger arrives (Uh) |
I’ll be by your side |
You’re my lucky dime (Uh) |
Wyclef told me, «Call 9−1-1» |
But who do you call when th ambulances don’t come? |
Or watch as the ons sworn by law to protect us |
Wrongfully convict us, then call it corrections |
Next, they bail the banks out when we in recession |
And hang us in a jail cell so they can swing the elections |
I walk Chicago streets where potholes is deep |
And Tahoes creep like TLC |
Hospital workers in scrubs with no PPE |
But they got money for riot gear, my nigga, we dying here |
Yet, you tell me not to move with my gun |
But we got more funeral homes than schools where I’m from |
And on the news, all you view is homicides |
Tell me why it ain’t no trauma units when everybody traumatized? |
(Yeah, I) |
Trying to get on your feet, playing the hand they dealt you |
If your house is not a home, let this song be your shelter, shelter, shelter |
I’ll be your shelter |
Emergency |
Please count on me, yeah, I |
I’ll be your superhero |
When danger arrives (When danger arrives) |
I’ll be by your side (I'll be by your side) |
You’re my lucky dime |
It’s a hundred bags under the underpass |
Rumbling stomachs, cups jingle when Hummers pass |
Brisk wind, summer’s done, winter is coming fast |
And then they Zoom teacher wonder why they don’t come to class |
The internet been out, the hot water been out |
She moved to her aunt’s house, then to her friend’s couch |
Her abuser went to jail, but that nigga been out |
Producer was in-house, they closer than pen pals |
Homeless in the home of the slaves, I wonder how that would feel? |
The manifested destiny a bunch of land they could steal |
Think about Kenneth Walker and Philando Castile |
How they only wanted to protect they family |
While it’s niggas out here that make it worse for they folks |
It’s a deeper, hotter hell for the worst of these folks |
It’s a mystery, we never heard the murder she wrote |
If we finally paid her back, the whole Earth would be broke |
I’ll be your shelter |
Emergency |
Please count on me, yeah, I |
I’ll be your superhero |
When danger arrives |
I’ll be by your side (Uh) |
I write for my niggas doing life with no possibility of parole |
You playing Fortnite, that’s how long he spent in the hole |
Live from death row, free my nigga Julius Jones |
I had a dream that Mumia was home |
I speak freedom in song |
'Cause all I see is racist faces |
Where hate lives and they rape kids in cages |
What kind of nation lynch Elijah McClain? |
And send us to the Middle East to die for the flag? |
They drive us insane to sell us medication |
We demand reparations, and they tell us, «Have patience» |
Instead of cash payments, we get minimum wages |
They give us the Black Plague, then send us a white savior |
I found faith when I lost hope |
That’s when Julius reminded me of a bar I wrote |
Behind bars, on the yard, where they dream of the street |
On death row, singing, «We Could Be Free» |
We could be free, we could be free |
I know you’ll be my shelter from the storm |
I know you’ll be my shelter from the storm |
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |
Oh |
Oh, oh |
Oh, oh |
Oh, oh, oh, oh |