Z-Ro Lyrics

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Shelter From Da Storm Lyrics

[Z-Ro]

 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, sipping on my weight to receive

 An overloaded Houston Texas, niggaz 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

 

 [Hook]

 In this land, we need you Jesus

 Lord have mercy, we need shelter in the time of storm

 Uh-huh, well, well, well

 

 [Z-Ro]

 Yeah, Rosta fall right 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 til 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 the people today

 Mighty job me and for God upon you, take this pain away

 

 [Hook - 2x]

 

 [Z-Ro]

 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

 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 line is a terrible thing to taste

 Ask them niggaz 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 plexing, 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

 

 [Hook - 2x]