Weather the Storm - J-Live

We headed into some fucked 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 shit 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 fuck yours give me mine it seems

Just look around

Snapshots of blocks show haves the have nots

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You get cries, laughs, curses, and shots

Blood flowing through the streets like it never clots

The rains coming down like it never stops

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

Thunder and lightning clappnig hard giving your heart pause

Different good old boys for the same old cause

Fuck 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 shit

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 drugs and terror but it never stops