Shelter in the Storm

[Z-Ro]<br>Of course I`m thankful for another day, my Lord I can`t lie<br>But everytime I wake up, seem like one of my people gotta die<br>Anthrax poisoning, Hussein and them blew up the Trade Center<br>Summer, Fall, Spring, Winter, people in the projects getting thinner<br>Barely enough government cheese, left to feed the rats<br>But we gotta get it how we live, and how we live is selling crack<br>How we live is kicking doors, how we live is pimping whores<br>How we live is what we do, so we don`t live like this no more<br>How we live is wrapping em up, shipping em out wait to receive<br>An overloaded Houston Texas, niggaz make they own bleed<br>Every night another murder scene, that could of been prevented<br>But the truth is we most def, and the last soul tormented<br>Every now and then I duck my head, up in the sunday service<br>That`s the only place where 5-0, won`t burst us bust us<br>Nigga they don`t love us, they wanna relocate us to the Penn<br>We wanna do right, but all we see is sin<br><br>[Hook]<br>In this land, we need you Jesus<br>Lord have mercy, we need shelter in the time of storm<br>Uh-huh, well, well, well<br><br>[Z-Ro]<br>Yeah, Rostafar-i help me, help me<br>All the young picking them, living in a rush just to get wealthy (wealthy)<br>And in the ghetto, we struggle or we hustle till we bubble<br>On top, eliminating competition when we buck shot<br>Don`t press that new, but a new clear shot<br>Fire, fire, fire, fire (fire)<br>Too many sickness and disease, under attack from overseas<br>Mighty job me and for God, please come save the day<br>If I should die before I wake, me leave a blessing for me people today<br>Mighty job me and for God upon you, take this pain away<br><br>[Hook - 2x]<br><br>[Z-Ro]<br>Now I lay me, down to sleep<br>I pray the Lord keep my body, as my enemies creep<br>Don`t wanna be another statistic, living through c.d.`s<br>Either the graveyard or max. security, prison you`ll see G`s<br>Look at the homie`s little girl, she ain`t nothing but sixteen<br>Trying to support three kids, so she stay coming out her jeans<br>Getting pimped, by somebody that still live with they mama<br>But that`s the only way she know, to get away from all the drama<br>As for books, the mind is a terrible thing to waste<br>As for crooks, the nine is a terrible thing to taste<br>Ask them niggaz that don bit the bullet, but they still here<br>My nigga we ain`t seen God befo`, but we still fear<br>I asked him for a blessing, and he sent me Eugene<br>Now I got two cars, a crib and everyday I dress clean<br>But it ain`t no love, they wanna put a nigga in the Penn<br>I wanna do right, but all I see is sin<br><br>[Hook - 2x]