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Correct Get Yours Lyrics
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Correct Get Yours
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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 curse Ladies know your worth, for you are Mother Earth The universe is inside of you And you birth kings, queens, pharoahs 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 I was born this way, this has been more than a scheme Oh Lord, I done put my work in, word to my nigga I came Mama can see this ..., 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 Knowin' diabetes was the enemy Still I eat grease, palms all 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) Box life, question marks over my head Waitin' for my princess every night there's nothin' there Raggedy 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 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 thinkin', I ain't have ... 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 you head you can do it, do it I know you wanna see this shit but oh Lord (Get Yours) This is for the mamas, who pregnant at sixteen Livin off of welfare, never make the big screen This is for the mamas, live in public houses Livin' 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 Yo… Yo Psych
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