Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Protect Ya Spirit , by - Tall Paul. Release date: 06.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Protect Ya Spirit |
| When we leave as humans we go back to being |
| Being human being that really means something |
| But we live in a reality now in a time, where |
| I would say to anyone ya know, protect your spirit |
| Protect your spirit, because |
| Because you’re in the place where spirits get eaten |
| How two sick individuals can produce with residuals |
| The miracle of purely woven infant souls is crazy |
| Stated plainly we see it hazy |
| Take not for granted the babies may we pay heed |
| To this cyclical storm |
| Melt the tip of this psychical icicles warmth |
| Til the bicycle’s tires are worn, I scorn no man stan |
| Naturally we’re children of the corn |
| Not of the hamburger, not of the pie |
| Whoever said adults are educators was a lie |
| Parents teach without scoutin' out the outcomes |
| Our outlook’s without doubt a drought without son |
| I only hope I give my son right of way |
| While the difference he’s created for me? |
| night and day |
| Reconsider who you picture as teachers |
| It’s not about the image it’s about what they teach us |
| God forbid our kids go to school to learn from fools |
| The melting pot’s already injecting em with the rules |
| Daughters gotta be barbies to get in with the cool |
| Fellas wanna be like fathers that they never knew |
| I’m not saying every teacher isn’t worth their pay |
| I’m simply saying most of them don’t know of colored pain |
| They say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks |
| Nor can a foreign mind teach our minds old shit |
| Well if I don’t know my past then my ass is grass |
| Same reason lost women sell their ass for cash |
| Same reason thirsty men trick their cash to tap |
| What’s the hap’s with the pimps in the cadillac’s? |
| Teens learn from a media that serves them elitist fucks |
| With no wise folks to preach them up |
| Reconsider who you picture as teachers |
| It’s not about the image it’s about what they teach us |
| When a baby’s misdirected |
| My best guess is it’s due to the guardians elected |
| A babies aura is electric |
| So it must take some broke souls to dull it’s eccentrics |
| A young bullet accepted |
| From the cities to the rez suicide is adolescent |
| This my attempt at progression |
| Still it’s pity at it’s best who am I to address it? |
| I’m lost my damn self, myself I can help |
| If I’m a grown soul I’ll battle 'til my hands welt |
| But I ain’t got no time for yours if you’re a grown man |
| There comes a point in time in life when we don’t hold hands |
| When we’re beyond pity, we don’t be on titties |
| Look to yourself for help I’m not woebegone fitting |
| Reconsider who you picture as teachers |
| It’s not about my image it’s about what I teach ya |