Bloodshed

Lyrics

[Intro: The Grym Reaper] I'ma dedicate this one to all my cats that's locked up Gravediggaz We're trying to dig you up out that grave right there Yo [Verse 1: The Grym Reaper] Through the eyes of a Gravedigga, yo, everything is going to Hell My super thugs is all going to jail Blowin their bail on ballin' when business and sales keep fallin' But when the streets keep callin' My peeps keep crawlin', deep into the trench With God-U for self-defence The war is intense, my warrior sin says manifest Sent out the S.O.S., Save Our Soldiers Represent, behold our hour with the glass of time Can we only get power, from a mass of crime? Havin' a judge saying, "Your ass is mine" As I pearls to get cash, the swine Like it ain't enough positive shit to go around As black bones get deposited into the ground When I hit you with truth it hurts You'll rather here about those spooks and ghosts [Chorus: The Grym Reaper] Don't let it get you down, son, when the block's locked down Dirty cops come around with four-pounds And niggas get shot down dead, laid up in the cemetery bed We all live amongst the Bloodshed Don't let it get you down, son, when the block's locked down Dirty cops come around with four-pounds And niggas get shot down dead, laid up in the cemetery bed We all live amongst the Bloodshed [Verse 2: The Gatekeeper] Yo, unleash the vent, build off the strength De-orogatory switch, niggas bust the snitch A-alikes thinking foul, could see it Fat ground crossed your feet, thug God, the Navy Seal For real, protect my own peeps from guns and shields Let him heal, send him back in a stretched Deville Most wanted, the most dangerous Brains and guts being spilled is the aim for us, plus Ph.D.s, never these, black niggas get caught in traffic Fitting the demographic The Lone Ranger, 400 years still a stranger Still gettin' beat like a Harvey Wallbanger Destined for rage and uprise, inherit the meek Still enslaved in Romanian Greek Guard the tally, your finale in the street Motherfucker, I still rule the valley (What, nigga?) [Chorus: The Grym Reaper] Don't let it get you down, son, when the block's locked down Dirty cops come around with four-pounds And niggas get shot down dead, laid up in the cemetery bed We all live amongst the Bloodshed Don't let it get you down, son, when the block's locked down Dirty cops come around with four-pounds And niggas get shot down dead, laid up in the cemetery bed We all live amongst the Bloodshed [Verse 3: The Grym Reaper] Sufferin' little children are comin' to me Livin' in the ghetto and slums of misery Ebony lives, they're subject to venom and lies The black youth with minimum ties No root to the tribal glues you provide a guide Soul divide is self-suicide You and I should bond together Unified through the stormy weather Do or die, you was born my brother Nature's your mother, the most highest aura Father, who art in heaven, me and you, brethren Slippin' inside of Hell's oven Run by the devils that got no lovin' No wonder we all be buggin', pushin' and shovin' We totally frustrated, aggravated, agitated, miseducated Unappreciated, I got affidavits that date back to David, that's why we're hated Yet still we press on, even though the stress is the norm And the address that we rest is wrong [Chorus: The Grym Reaper] Don't let it get you down, son, when the block's locked down Dirty cops come around with four-pounds And niggas get shot down dead, laid up in the cemetery bed We all live amongst the Bloodshed Don't let it get you down, son, when the block's locked down Dirty cops come around with four-pounds And niggas get shot down dead, laid up in the cemetery bed We all live amongst the Bloodshed [Verse 4: The Gatekeeper] My live Vietnam strong arms, I think with the trigger Hold your own, sacrifice the world for a nigga Word bond, Twelve Jewelz, the lifeline, vehicular mind Up under the fine, sexual architectural structure It only takes so much, in the trench hereditary My heart pumped the cold city lights I'm hypin' up my niggas to fight, yeah aight Million Man March cavalry, assault and battery The double-edge style is single hand malice Deep thick, a bomber in the world a piranha NARCs bustin' caps through your goose-down bomber The Kay Creo, riding patrol, artillery, feel me? Fuck it, I'm all paramilitary, buckshots reign, the rugged terrain Unless a nigga standing for change The spoonfed lies are bein' nothin' but game [Chorus: The Grym Reaper] Don't let it get you down, son, when the block's locked down Dirty cops come around with four-pounds And niggas get shot down dead, laid up in the cemetery bed We all live amongst the Bloodshed Don't let it get you down, son, when the block's locked down Dirty cops come around with four-pounds And niggas get shot down dead, laid up in the cemetery bed We all live amongst the Bloodshed