J-live - Weather the Storm lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo We headed into some f**ed up weather for real man I swear its like it rained on my parade and the street fair Damn, thats two (?) parties One voice, one vote, no choice But I brought my umbrella sh** I feel prepared We on the 4th part This pice of mind gives me peace of mind But these war time (?) is scary Schools lack, jails are packed, insurance is wack Civil rights remain under attack, status quo is a tag Whether you black, brown, yellow, red, white, or somewhere in between You live and die for the green Or whatever color your country is Cream is the theme Its f** yours give me mine it seems Just look around Snapshots of blocks show haves the have nots Add sound You get cries, laughs, curses, and shots Blood flowing through the streets like it never clots The rains coming down like it never stops [Hook] Its going down god Its coming down hard Its like a set up so many getting wet up Its hard to keep your head up So many fallen but you gotta get up Whether you're ready for the weather or not Its going down god Its coming down hard Its like a set up, so many getting wet up You gotta keep your head up Yo, we gotta weather the storm Whether you're ready for the weather or not [Verse 2] Thunder and lightning clappnig hard giving your heart pause Different good old boys for the same old cause f** junior senior should have see ya fore warned But half a score later who would have foreseen four more Its got ya saing "Why do I even bother to vote?" or "I wish my vote would have counted maybe four score more" The storms electrical trick, electorate sh** Not just a drizzle, when it rains it pours We on a war tour against Muhammad my man With a constitution, Bible, and gat in his hands From Afgan to Iraq, whats next Iran? Its like were playing cowboy on the next man's land Shots play with real live action figures with figures of figures Poor man's hands fire rich man's triggers Noble and quiet, selfless in the line of fire (?) a god, but if and when they retire Meanwhile back in fill-in-the-blank The realness, the foundation looks like it got hit by a tank Ghettos That old term before the worst German burnin' fire Spreadin' through the urban like a third world turnin' Snapshots of blocks show the haves the have nots Add sound You get cries laughs, curses, and shots The bloods pouring through the streets like it never clots A war on d** and terror but it never stops [Hook x2]