Текст песни Flatbush Zombies — Get Yours


ft. Diamante

I know sometimes life is hard and you wanna give up
But did your mama give up when she was giving birth to your ass?
I know the Bible tells us that’s the reason we all cursed
Ladies, know your wroth, for you are Mother Earth
The universe is inside of you
You birth kings, queens, pharaohs and empresses
The kundalini balance in your spine, you are divine
Look inside and realize you are a goddess
‘Cause there’s no us without you, mothers

Don’t we know
Don’t we know

I was born this way, this has been more than a scheme
Oh, Lord, I done put my work in, word to my nigga Akim
Mama can see this, it seem, mama can live by all means
But she’s been blinded by society’s standards of low self-esteem
That’s no metaphor or no simile
Tell you that my moms can’t really see
Knowing diabetes was the enemy
Still I eat grease, palms al greedy
Dog, what I shout you out on the CD
Never been a contact, I’ve been involved
Mama, don’t cry no more
Word to life, I seen a nigga die on tour
I done seen some losses and I see some things
No matter big or small, rich or poor, oh, this is war

I know you wanna be the shit
I just want my mama to see this shit
But, oh, Lord, oh, Lord
Get yours, gonna get mine, get yours

Boxed life, question marks over my head
Waiting for my princess every night, was nothing there
Ragged be like air, or any often I am a offering
Are we important, is the world important as the faith we choose
Is what I consider being the truth to you
Look left, look right, dreamed it every night
My mama gone, no, no mama home
As cold as it gets, got to move on
She gave her life for what is me
And for that I am thankful as can be
A hero, destiny, I’ll be on my way soon
And together we can bloom, run off to the moon
It’s not what you thinking, I ain’t have my mama’s spankings
So anxious, impatient, taught myself how to face it
To the brothers and the sisters, no wishlist, no Christmas
Just a witness of a vicious, abusiveness system
This is the proof in music, hold your head, you can do it
This is the proof in music, hold your head, you can do it, do it

And I want my momma to see this shit, but oh, Lord, get yours
This is for the mamas who pregnant at 16
Living off welfare, never make the big screen
This is for the mamas, live in public houses
Living off of foodstamps and I hope them shoes fit
Always on that new shit, mama made me do it
Talk a lot of shit so this is a solution

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