Z-Ro - Shelter from da Storm Lyrics
[Z-Ro]Of course I'm thankful for another day, my Lord I can't lieBut everytime I wake up, seem like one of my people gotta dieAnthrax poisoning, Hussein and them blew up the Trade CenterSummer, Fall, Spring, Winter, people in the projects getting thinnerBarely enough government cheese, left to feed the ratsBut we gotta get it how we live, and how we live is selling crackHow we live is kicking doors, how we live is pimping whoresHow we live is what we do, so we don't live like this no moreHow we live is wrapping em up, sipping on my weight to receiveAn overloaded Houston Texas, niggaz make they own bleedEvery night another murder scene, that could of been preventedBut the truth is we most def, and the last soul tormentedEvery now and then I duck my head, up in the sunday serviceThat's the only place where 5-0, won't burst us bust usNigga they don't love us, they wanna relocate us to the PennWe wanna do right, but all we see is sin[Hook]In this land, we need you JesusLord have mercy, we need shelter in the time of stormUh-huh, well, well, well[Z-Ro]Yeah, Rosta fall right help me, help meAll the young picking them, living in a rush just to get wealthy (wealthy)And in the ghetto, we struggle or we hustle til we bubbleOn top, eliminating competition when we buck shotDon't press that new, but a new clear shotFire, fire, fire, fire (fire)Too many sickness and disease, under attack from overseasMighty job me and for God, please come save the dayIf I should die before I wake, me leave a blessing for the people todayMighty job me and for God upon you, take this pain away[Hook x2][Z-Ro]Now I lay me, down to sleepI pray the Lord keep my body, as my enemies creepDon't wanna be another statistic, living through c.d.'sEither the graveyard or max. security, prison you'll see GLook at the homie's little girl, she ain't nothing but sixteenTrying to support three kids, so she stay coming out her jeansGetting pimped, by somebody that still live with they mamaBut that's the only way she know, to get away from all the dramaAs for books, the mind is a terrible thing to wasteAs for crooks, the line is a terrible thing to tasteAsk them niggaz that don bit the bullet, but they still hereMy nigga we ain't seen God befo', but we still fearI asked him for a plexing, and he sent me EugeneNow I got two cars, a crib and everyday I dress cleanBut it ain't no love, they wanna put a nigga in the PennI wanna do right, but all I see is sin[Hook x2]
