Johnny Afro - Only The Strong Will Survive lyrics

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Johnny Afro - Only The Strong Will Survive lyrics

It's gone be tough one, the writings on the wall, the magic cure all, call it Epsom salt It ain't my fault, I didn't see it coming, cat scratch fever, what I got evil Fightin with the devil, how I let him touch me, is there any hope, release from the clutches If there is trust me, even it it's dusty, I hit the floor exploring any way without question I don't know the lesson, never got the notes, is there any cure for this weird overdose Fate something sickening, really can I handle, something hit me heavy, harder than an anvil, The past is gone, can't hide lies, why am I so weak, if the strong must survive Deadly den the cancer, everbody answers, but none know the problem, the question for solvin The hip the haps, Got to lead like a captain, the man move mountains, don't need youth fountains Countin on a miracle, singing with a hyminal, Johnny do work, let me hear you say church Preach through your speaker, give you what you need some, uplift kings, add sheen to your bling Don't' drink the hatorade, let me flex on the issue, misuse the mic, choke the lyrics down tight Too late, no one can escape, this a full fledge raid not an escapade Float on the thoughts that the hot rapper drops, the craft clear crispy, even if I whisper The voice is heard, the word gets stirred, set the transmission, it's about race time They climbin hard like they tyring to raise, no comment they aint' at my climate   Turned to the crutch, All good is God, If it's all bad, where we get that from Sun got to shine, time never ends, father fate always win against the mighty of men Send me the antidote, here come the poison, the big but the smile, who can you trust Used to be gutsy, now you play the background, it may be too late, you better act now The yin the yang, stirrup drink tang, more slice of advice that can be arranged As I quench every inch of the universal path, funk is on the wrath, champ do the math Had that abstract itch, since ding dong ditch, and the dogs come running, the egos crumble Imagine I attack, dream vs reality, life is a gallery, this a make you humble