Various Artists - I Gotta Get Mine lyrics

[Scratch Hook] "I gotta get mine in the here and the now" - Dred Scott 'Can't Hold Back' [Verse One] One more day becomes part of the past I avoid yet, another shotgun blast Remain paranoid from dust to dawn Hallucinating in the night when reality's gone Some n***a looking like Marvin Gaye Is asking me what the f**'s going on Now Marvin wanna talk about knowledge of self Yo what the f** good is that without mental health? Freedom ain't sitting in the front of the bus It's me getting sh** for free from you with no fuss And unity? That's the least of your worries When the line between good and bad starts getting blurry The cops and the crooks are one in the same My own n***as all around me, trying to run game So see, I can't afford to start caring For example, mark I'ma have to take the gold chain you wearing [Scratch Hook] [Verse Two] Tick, tock back on the scene Jeep Cherokee rolls up through my dream Honey in black with the hat tilled over to the side Yeah she know the gold chain look fly Face to face with eye contact And all she want to do is talk about revolution for the black I'm saying, I understand everything that you're feeling And I know a motel that got mirrors on the ceiling Yo You can preach there till the break of dawn Leave both of your black gloves on Keep your fist in the air, I don't care I work all the black rage off your thighs Cause n***as on another kind of rise It's true That the whole world's upside down Black smiles look more like ghetto frowns And say what's mine is what you ain't strong enough to keep And on that note, you're gonna have to come off your Jeep [Scratch Hook] Now Mine Now [Verse Three] Now if I could I would end all shotgun blasts Take the government pitchfork out my a** No more, shorty's sipping 40's after cla** No MC feeding verbal pork to the ma** We would have a mental break of dawn No teenage funerals on cemetery lawns Every bum cooling in a mansion and a yacht Seeing shorty's living with their moms and they pops And at that time My n***a Clarence Thomas is gonna beat on some African drums But f** it [Scratch Hook] One more day becomes part of the past I avoid yet, another shotgun blast Remain paranoid from dust to dawn Hallucinating in the night when reality's gone