Z-ro - Shelter In Da Time Of Storm lyrics

Of course I'm thankful for another day, my Lord, I can't lie But every time I wake up, seem like one of my people gotta die Anthrax poisoning, Hussein and them blew up the Trade Center Summer, fall, spring, winter, people in the projects getting thinner Barely enough government cheese, left to feed the rats But we gotta get it how we live and how we live is selling crack How we live is kicking doors, how we live is pimping who*es How we live is what we do, so we don't live like this no more How we live is wrapping 'em up, sipping on my weight to receive An overloaded Houston Texas, n***az make they own bleed Every night another murder scene, that could of been prevented But the truth is we most def and the last soul tormented Every now and then I duck my head, up in the Sunday service That's the only place where 5-0, won't burst us bust us n***az, they don't love us, they wanna relocate us to the Penn We wanna do right but all we see is sin In this land, we need You, Jesus, Lord have mercy We need shelter in da time of storm Uh huh, well, well, well Yeah, Rosta fall right help me, help me All the young picking them, living in a rush just to get wealthy, wealthy And in the ghetto, we struggle or we hustle till we bubble On top, eliminating competition when we buck shot Don't press that new but a new clear shot fire, fire, fire, fire Too many sickness and disease, under attack from overseas Mighty job me and for God, please come save the day If I should die before I wake, me leave a blessing for the people today Mighty job me and for God upon you, take this pain away In this land, we need You, Jesus, Lord have mercy We need shelter in da time of storm Uh huh, uh huh In this land, we need You, Jesus, Lord have mercy We need shelter in da time of storm Uh huh, well, well, well Now I lay me, down to sleep I pray the Lord keep my body, as my enemies creep Don't wanna be another statistic, living through CD's Either the graveyard or max security, prison you'll see G Look at the homie's little girl, she ain't nothing but sixteen Trying to support three kids, so she stay coming out her jeans Getting pimped by somebody that still live with they mama But that's the only way she know to get away from all the drama As for books, the mind is a terrible thing to waste As for crooks, the line is a terrible thing to taste Ask them n***az that don bit the bullet but they still here My n***a we ain't seen God befo' but we still fear I asked him for a plexing and he sent me Eugene Now I got two cars, a crib and everyday I dress clean But it ain't no love, they wanna put a n***a in the Penn I wanna do right but all I see is sin In this land, we need You, Jesus, Lord have mercy We need shelter in da time of storm Uh huh, uh huh In this land, we need You, Jesus, Lord have mercy We need shelter in da time of storm Uh huh, well, well, well