Of course I'm thankful for another day
My Lord I can't lie
But everytime 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 whores
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
Niggaz 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***a 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 the 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 til we bubble
On top eliminating competition when we buck shot
Don't press that new but a new clear shot
Fire 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 the time of storm
Uh-huh Uh-huh
In this land we need you Jesus
Lord have mercy
We need shelter in the 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 c d '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 niggaz 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 the time of storm
Uh-huh Uh-huh
In this land we need you Jesus
Lord have mercy
We need shelter in the time of storm
Uh-huh well well well
