Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shelter In the Storm, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 26.10.1999
Song language: English
Shelter In the Storm |
| 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, shipping em out wait to receive |
| An overloaded Houston Texas, niggas make they own bleed |
| Every night another murder scene, that could of been prevented |
| But the truth is we most def, 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 |
| Yeah, Rostafar-i help me, help me |
| All the young picking them, living in a rush just to get wealthy (wealthy) |
| And in the ghetto, we struggle or we hustle till we bubble |
| On top, eliminating competition when we buck shot |
| Don’t press that new, but a new clear shot |
| Fire, fire, fire, fire (fire) |
| Too many sickness and disease, under attack from overseas |
| Mighty job me and for God, please come save the day |
| If I should die before I wake, me leave a blessing for me people today |
| Mighty job me and for God upon you, take this pain away |
| 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 c.d.'s |
| Either the graveyard or max. |
| security, prison you’ll see G’s |
| Look at the homie’s little girl, she ain’t nothing but sixteen |
| Trying to 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 nine is a terrible thing to taste |
| Ask them niggas that don bit the bullet, but they still here |
| My nigga we ain’t seen God befo', but we still fear |
| I asked him for a blessing, 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 |