Grip Grand - Tomorrow lyrics

Chorus: I had to pack up and go Somethin' is changin', I know What is this thing that I wrote Made me afraid of tomorrow? Paid all the dues that I owe I'd pawn the j**els that I own But I ain't got none of those Least I won't go it alone— My wife, my pen, and my poem… I got my own tomorrow You got to own tomorrow We had to beg and borrow To make our own tomorrow Will we get home tomorrow? Verse 1: Welcome to Broakland, Grand is back! A hundred and eighty degrees from your standard rap Maybe MCs oughta run like candlewax You gotta stay on your toes so you can't relax They might cut your mic off with your hand attached! (They will!) I keep my head up, feet down Still tryin' to score When I miss then I go for the rebound B-Town recycles! We found it's vital When it comes to takin' over, hey We wrote the Bible! But now is the hour for survival War's not the answer—Grip put a flower in your rifle G to the R! If I leave in a car Then it's borrowed. Don't confuse me with a star You won't see our crib on TV My whole fam in Broakland! Talk's cheap, but it isn't for free So you can buy the CD for a minimal fee! That's right! Listen to me, ‘cuz the tide is turnin'! No, I haven't blown up, but the fire's burnin'! I'm a furnace! Rhyme with a violent purpose— To destroy every MC whose style is worthless— But I got stage-fright and now I'm too nervous “Oh, word? I can't keep it that real, I'd get tired!” And I feel like my License to Ill is expired And then when you went to renew, they said “Someone's gotta wild out, but it wasn't meant to be you Just go to work ‘Cuz on the first the rent'll be due” And that's why… (Chorus) Verse 2: I worked all week to earn my keep So that I could rest easy under my sheets But instead I get headaches Anxieties made me a head-case Back pain gave me a neck brace Broakland is the best place— Scrape by or get scraped Off of the concrete the next day Bills to pay and they're addin' up ‘Cuz I spent what I had this month And still owed a bunch Plus, the banks ain't loanin' much Three bucks, man! Where can I go to lunch? Hold it up when I get there. Prone to bug Known to punch time-clocks like the Golden Gloves Oh, it must be I'm overworked. Go berserk! Lord help me, though I don't go to church It's only Wednesday…you don't know how much that hurts! I gotta get over the hump like a hunchback's shirt! Another day, another dollar short Went to the dollar store ‘cuz I needed milk, so I bought a quart But it spilled when I tried to pour mine's… Life is beautiful, but it can cut like rose vines Head or gut? (What?!) Motherf----r, it's time! So let's go! (Chorus)