j-live & tom caruana -- weather the storm lyrics hip hop music remix

[check rough versions vol 4 at tea sea records' bandcamp]
yo! we headed into some fucked up weather for real man i swear
it's like it rained on my parade in the street fair damn that's two parties
one voice one vote no choice but i brought my umbrella should i feel prepared
we on the pork park this piece of mine gives me peace of mind
but these wartime consiglieris is scary
schools lack jails are packed insurance is whack and civil rights remain under attack
status quo is intact
whether you black brown yellow red white or somewhere inbetween
we live and die for the green
or whatever your country cream is the theme is fuck yours gimme mines and scene
just look around snapshots of blocks show haves and have knots ahh sound
and you get cries laughs curses and shots
blood flowin through the streets and it never clots the rain's coming down hard and it never stops
- it's going down god it's coming down hard it's like i set up somebody gettin wet up -
it's hard to keep your head up so many fallin but you gotta get up whether you ready for the weather or not
we gotta weather the storm whether you ready for the weather or not
thunder and lightning clapping hard giving you heart pours
different good old boys for the same old cause
fuck junior singers shoulda seen ya is forewarned
but half a score later who woulda forseen four more
it got you sayin why i even bother to vote Or
i wish my vote woulda counted maybe four scores more
the storms elec trickle trick electoral shit not just a drizzle when it rains it pours
we on a world tour against muhammad my man
with a constitution bible and a gat in his hands
from afghan to iraq what's next iran
it's like we playing cowboy on a next man's land
shots! play with real live action figures for figures
it figures poor mans' hands fire rich mans' triggers
noble and quiet selfless in the line of fire with little regard for if and when they ever retire
meanwhile back at fill in the blank the realness the foundation look like it got hit by a tank
ghetto's that old term before the worst german burnin
fire spreadin through the urban like the third world turnin
snapshots of blocks show haves and havenots that sound
and you get cries laughs curse and shots
blood flowin through the streets and it never clots
a war on drugs and terror but it never stops
(2m17s outro and chorus reprises)