Cocoa Brovaz - Still Standin Strong Lyrics
[steele]Yea, yea back up in here smoked outStrickly trees, strickly treesAint tryin to mix nothin wit my leavesSwift wanna ball breakin day wit usFor my dogs in a cutDoing what you gotta do to feed ya seedsMaintain stayin strong.[steele] ((tek))[day breaks sneeks upon my camp once more][get up get dressed and prepare for war]((yo the wars wit everything outside your door))[its a rude awakening but its more in store][tek]When I walk through brooklyn people show me loveWent over to ga people showed me loveWent to north carolina they showed us loveEven went to california and got love from thugzAnd its all good big up to all the neiborhoodThat came to see tek and steele when ever they couldBut remember the struggle continues after the (? )Watch who ya ***** wit, watch what you bewitchedTheres a war goin on outside and in my mentalGettin drunk and how wonderin what this gettin ment toLast week my man put a pistol to his templeI said nah son not that, thats to simpleOne little niggie on the block sellin crystalNext little niggie got shot up on bristolnother little niggie lock, cause they blew the whistleLast little niggie did the same ***** shit his little sisterThis little niggie be hard to findMind dont makin it in this day and timeDo what we have to criminal illegalStayin alive strivin wit my people.[steele and tek]In days of our lives they try to make us hateTo search for tommorrow got us walkin the streetsYo Im not sweatin sleet, not really stressin beefIm just tryin to live, tryin to eatTryin to stay strong, tryin not to fallTryin to live to see my unborn get tallCause the streets of new york aint just a walk in the parkYou can get your life got in day the or the dark.[steele]I give thanks when I rise up, open my eyes upCalastetic get me right so Ill be nicerCause when you feel fit ya feel niceBeware of the tricks and the full paradiseLike the wicked mind in york with them gun pound caughtWho wish to ambush me when I leave the weed spotWhen I get, what I got, roll the lah that I caughtRock the shines that I rock, make my life clock stopWit def me fear not, cause them mores high guys iBless me wit protection as the years pass byConquerer, mighty rasta,Let no man steel from the pocket peel for yaIts a meditate and demonstrate, verbal earthquakesBreakin down like a junky with a case of shakesTo my dogs flippin weight and behind gatesLivin street life, put the stash on jakesFor ya need, do whateva the deedWatch shiesty ass *****es and the next man grievesMr. ripper from the star to the hills its all realGotta maintain cause the sun dont chill.[tek and steele]In days of our lives we strive to make ends meatTo search for tommorrow got us walkin the streetsYo Im not sweatin sleet, not really stressin beefIm just tryin to live, tryin to eatTryin to stay strong, tryin not to fallTryin to live to see my unborn get tallCause the streets of new york aint just a walk in the parkYou can get your life got in day the or the dark
