Flatbush Zombies - Get Yours Lyrics
I know sometimes, life is hardAnd you wanna give up, but did your mama give upWhen she was giving birth to your ass?I know the Bible tells us that's the reason we all curseLadies know your worth, for you are Mother EarthThe universe is inside of youAnd you birth kings, queens, pharoahs and empressesThe kundalini balance in your spine you are divineLook inside and realize you are a goddessCause there's no us without you, mothersI was born this way, this has been more than a schemeOh Lord, I done put my work in, word to my nigga I cameMama can see this …, mama can live by all meansBut she's been blinded by society's standards of low self-esteemThat's no metaphor or no simileTell you that my moms can't really seeKnowin' diabetes was the enemyStill I eat grease, palms all greedyDog, what I shout you out on the CDNever been a contact, I've been involvedMama don't cry no moreWord to life I seen a nigga die on tourI done seen some losses, and I see some thingsNo matter big or small, rich or poor, oh, this is warI know you wanna be the shit, I just want my mama to see this shitBut (Oh Lord), oh Lord, (Get Yours) gonna get mine, (Get Yours)Box life, question marks over my headWaitin' for my princess every night there's nothin' thereRaggedy like Ann or, any often am I, 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 nightMy mama gone, no, no mama homeAs cold as it gets, got to move onShe gave her life for what is meAnd for that I am thankful as can beA hero, destiny, I'll be on my way soonAnd together we can bloom, run off to the moonIt's not what you thinkin', I ain't have …So anxious, impatient, taught myself how to face itTo the brothers, and the sisters, no wishlist, no ChristmasJust a witness, of a vicious, abusiveness systemThis is the proof in music, hold your head you can do itThis is the proof in music, hold you head you can do it, do itI know you wanna see this shit but oh Lord (Get Yours)This is for the mamas, who pregnant at sixteenLivin off of welfare, never make the big screenThis is for the mamas, live in public housesLivin' off of foodstamps, and I hope them shoes fitAlways on that new shit, mama made me do itTalk a lot of shit so, this is a solutionYo…YoPsych
