Flatbush Zombies - Get Yours lyrics

rate me

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