Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Weather the Storm, artist - J-Live. Date of issue: 18.07.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Weather the Storm |
| We headed into some fucked up weather for real man |
| I swear its like it rained on my parade and the street fair |
| Damn, thats two (?) parties |
| One voice, one vote, no choice |
| But I brought my umbrella shit I feel prepared |
| We on the 4th part |
| This pice of mind gives me peace of mind |
| But these war time (?) is scary |
| Schools lack, jails are packed, insurance is wack |
| Civil rights remain under attack, status quo is a tag |
| Whether you black, brown, yellow, red, white, or somewhere in between |
| You live and die for the green |
| Or whatever color your country is |
| Cream is the theme |
| Its fuck yours give me mine it seems |
| Just look around |
| Snapshots of blocks show haves the have nots |
| Add sound |
| You get cries, laughs, curses, and shots |
| Blood flowing through the streets like it never clots |
| The rains coming down like it never stops |
| Its going down god |
| Its coming down hard |
| Its like a set up so many getting wet up |
| Its hard to keep your head up |
| So many fallen but you gotta get up |
| Whether you’re ready for the weather or not |
| Its going down god |
| Its coming down hard |
| Its like a set up, so many getting wet up |
| You gotta keep your head up |
| Yo, we gotta weather the storm |
| Whether you’re ready for the weather or not |
| Thunder and lightning clappnig hard giving your heart pause |
| Different good old boys for the same old cause |
| Fuck junior senior should have see ya fore warned |
| But half a score later who would have foreseen four more |
| Its got ya saing «Why do I even bother to vote?» |
| or |
| «I wish my vote would have counted maybe four score more» |
| The storms electrical trick, electorate shit |
| Not just a drizzle, when it rains it pours |
| We on a war tour against Muhammad my man |
| With a constitution, Bible, and gat in his hands |
| From Afgan to Iraq, whats next Iran? |
| Its like were playing cowboy on the next man’s land |
| Shots play with real live action figures with figures of figures |
| Poor man’s hands fire rich man’s triggers |
| Noble and quiet, selfless in the line of fire |
| (?) a god, but if and when they retire |
| Meanwhile back in fill-in-the-blank |
| The realness, the foundation looks like it got hit by a tank |
| Ghettos |
| That old term before the worst German burnin' fire |
| Spreadin' through the urban like a third world turnin' |
| Snapshots of blocks show the haves the have nots |
| Add sound |
| You get cries laughs, curses, and shots |
| The bloods pouring through the streets like it never clots |
| A war on drugs and terror but it never stops |