Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Game Of Life , by - Cocoa Brovaz. Release date: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Game Of Life , by - Cocoa Brovaz. Game Of Life |
| Yeah, after Dah Shinin, it all became clear to me |
| I knew things would be different son |
| I knew it’d come time for a change |
| Seems like the time is now |
| Jah! |
| Rastafarai |
| Greetings to my soldiers and soldierettes |
| Jewel on the world, make the earth sink |
| On the brink of divinity, defying gravity |
| Reachin' for infinity |
| Can he be incarcerated by the limits |
| Stuck, they can’t function |
| Caught up in the scrimage |
| This game called life only lasts minutes |
| Once you in it, be in it to win it to the finish |
| As the sun heats, I put my feet to the concrete |
| Hard to sleep so I take it to the streets |
| Hold my head up, try to keep it movin' |
| Fed up with losin' |
| I need some air |
| I think I take a cruise with you |
| I’m using, what little know how I posess |
| To keep our familia down to rest |
| Now I stress defensive tactics |
| Cause police seem active |
| Got me in the crib sleepin' with heat under the mattress |
| In case of home intrusion: |
| First the dogs go «bark» |
| Then about five sparks bringin' light to the dark |
| Like? |
| does his movement when he’s dealin' with math |
| Or the boss tell his workers where he’s keepin' the stash |
| When that gun blast, better have Jah on your side |
| Or an act of devine intervention from the most high |
| I know guys that get a thrill from the kill |
| And other niggas, who hold the greed to sling? |
| frills? |
| Demon’s tryin' to take my soul away |
| But they won’t get my soul today |
| Will I get locked up or blown away? |
| Just stayin' strong is a price to pay |
| Demon’s tryin' to take my soul away |
| But they won’t get my soul today |
| Will I get locked up or blown away? |
| Just stayin' strong is a price to pay |
| Damn I haven’t worked since I was 'bout 17 |
| They had time busy hangin' out being a drama fiend |
| I had to run the streets, see what the night brought out |
| Sneak in the crib |
| Hear my moms prayin' to God that I sprout |
| Take all responsibilities like a man would do |
| Cause she know that the streets can bring the worst out of you |
| She told me concentrate on school but what I do about loot? |
| I wanna push the fat ride, have bitches sweatin' me too |
| But you know you need dough so you can do the do |
| And going to class everyday don’t bring in no loot |
| Plus I just been told that I was cold by club bouncers |
| Standing there hot headed 'bout to set it while they denounce us |
| Crab niggas still beggin' for CD’s |
| While brothaz' careers is stuck on halt and freeze |
| About to face extinction? |
| pockets dead is thinkin'? |
| Something ain’t peace and suicide’s part of my thinkin' |
| Even God don’t hear my prayer or him just not care |
| Got a son in this world, stressed out losin' my hair |
| Demon’s tryin' to take my soul away |
| But they won’t get my soul today |
| Will I get locked up or blown away? |
| Just stayin' strong is a price to pay |
| It’s time to take the struggle to the pavement |
| Let the people know the mayor sent the OK for enslavement |
| Orders from the government |
| Official stubborn men with egos runnin' shit |
| They put the hit out on whoever try to get out |
| And they are the directors who are dead and? |
| Even down south in Atlanta |
| Police play the pawn for their master |
| It’s a disaster, practicing who can kill us faster |
| For less than nothin' like they did Bobby Huton |
| Corruption got me clutchin' my rifle for gun bustin' |
| Somethin’s cookin' |
| Look at the way some faces be lookin' |
| Cross the bank rock on to Brooklyn, Texas |
| Even in Houston P’s be shootin' us like sitting ducks in groups |
| And I can’t trust who or what |
| That will explain the way I watch you, plus |
| I know the chosen are few |
| Many come around to proclaim things they know not |
| Let alone maintain |
| Shame, some of my worst enemies |
| Live right around me and look just like me |
| I see that its time to intensify the movements in front of my eyes |
| Can’t rely on a seeing dog they got me |
| Or lay and wait for the devil to surprise me, nah G |
| Demon’s tryin' to take my soul away |
| But they won’t get my soul today |
| Will I get locked up or blown away? |
| Just stayin' strong is a price to pay |
| Demon’s tryin' to take my soul away |
| But they won’t get my soul today |
| Will I get locked up or blown away? |
| Just stayin' strong is a price to pay |
| It only takes a line to make the mind think |
| Drop a jewel on the world make the earth sink |
| I’m on the brink of divinity, defying gravity |
| Reaching for infinity |
| Plenty be incarcerated by the limits |
| Stuck they can’t function caught up in the scrimage |
| This game called life only lasts minutes |
| Once you in it, be in it to win it 'till the finish |
| Demon’s tryin' to take my soul away |
| But they won’t get my soul today |
| Will I get locked up or blown away? |
| Just stayin' strong is a price to pay |
| It only takes a line to make the mind think |
| Drop a jewel on the world make the earth sink |
| I’m on the brink of divinity |
| Reaching for infinity |
| It only takes a line to make the mind think |
| Drop a jewel on the world make the earth sink |
| I’m on the brink of divinity |
| Reaching for infinity |
| Demon’s tryin' to take my soul away |
| But they won’t get my soul today |
| Will I get locked up or blown away? |
| Just stayin' strong is a price to pay |
| Demon’s tryin' to take my soul away |
| But they won’t get my soul today |
| Will I get locked up or blown away? |
| Just stayin' strong is a price to pay |
| Demon’s tryin' to take my soul away |
| But they won’t get my soul today |
| Will I get locked up or blown away? |
| Just stayin' strong is a price to pay |
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|---|---|
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| Get Up | 2001 |
| Gun Music ft. Cocoa Brovaz | 2001 |
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| Dry Snitch | 1997 |
| Off the Wall | 1997 |
| That'z The Way Shit Iz ft. Cocoa Brovaz | 2003 |
| The Cash | 1997 |
| Hold It Down | 1997 |
| Won On Won | 1997 |
| Myah Angelow | 1997 |
| Memorial | 1997 |
| Back 2 Life | 1997 |
| Every Rhyme I Write ft. Cocoa Brovaz | 1998 |
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