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Trapped In A Storm letra


(c-murder)
I'm trapped in a stormy death
And i'ma struggle til my last breath
I'm a survivor
I'm trapped in a stormy death
And i'ma struggle til my last breath
I'm a survivor

(mia x)
Ffor 40 days and 40 nights
400 summers, we been waitin for the light
And the thunder from the storm
Raining blood from the bodies of souljas
Who fell prey to the earth's
New side and the more of america
Land of the so-called free
But still in times there still a time when superiority
Minorities, like me, called home the ghetto
Family tree, seeds, was spreadin lives like genocide
Intended to grow, and spread hatred, amongst the hood
When black boys and girls were made to feel our race was no good
Misunderstood, its educated and a ready to course
Often playahated by the government and the police forces
Accept the forces, the routine practice
But what chall gonna do, when the black chick tries to mack this cause, god's children, will never be denied
And until we cried, identified, we come strapped when we ride

(p'heno)
Moma's trapped in a storm, trying to find a way out
The feelings within, we need to lie bout the whereabout
Keepin my pistol, cause shit's wicked in this land of hell
Soulja's before me they represented what we all felt
Running the streets, my forty-five, i keep it fully teched
Me and my niggas, we thug driven, carrying smith and wessen's
Bitches they doubt me, but they mock me, try to prop me
Thug til i die, don't make this motherfucker stop me
Chasing for cheddar, who gives a fuck about the weather
Rollin with killas, cuz tru niggas stick together, birds of a feather
Money making, and pistol huggin, start bustin
These shady bitches, i can't be trusted, no time for rustin'
Fuck my bitches why should i change, deep in this game
I remain, to be the same nigga pushin cain
On these streets a lot of niggas die young
That's why i'm livin every day like it's my last one
Trapped in a storm

Chorus: (c-murder)
I'm trapped in a stormy death
And i'ma struggle til my last breath
I'm a survivor
I'm trapped in a stormy death
And i'ma struggle til my last breath
I'm a survivor
I'm trapped in a stormy death
But i'ma struggle til my last breath
I'm a survivor
I'm trapped in a stormy death
And i'ma struggle til my last breath
I'm a survivor

[gotti]
Nigga i be trapped in a storm, and my ghetto's been aprested
Got me under attack, that's why i'm wearin a vest
This game, it's got me stressed, this a target on blacks
And this blind ass govern never gave a shit
Bustin plugs with the gun pride i gets
Lord tell me if i'm next for death
And these cops wont' be having no beef to my back
Bitches claimin war and wantin me to go to war with iraq
When the war on my community got the cemetery's packed
With blacks
My momma looking like she's bout to fall and crack,
Bitches about in this world got me guns and strapped
The way i live in hard times nigga, rhymes and gats
And my society's the same, the racist acts
The politicians, never open but the jails is open
And i'm hopin when i die, that i'm high
You can look into the eyes, of a thug nigga
And forgive me for the drug dealing
But i was born in sinning, the sinning gone
Gotti, threw up a dome, lord protect me from home
Trapped in a storm

(c-murder)
And i'ma struggle til my last breath, i'm a survivor

Now how many times i gotta see my young breeders plead
They got me throwing bows like apollo creed
I'm living, like an outlaw, outkast
In the world where everbody wearin a ski mask
I can't trust no nigga, or no bitch
My enemies try to kill me to get rich
I survive by using drug dealing tactics
A nigga post bail, i went to jail, that's totin automatics
I'd rather, get caught with it then without it
That's what soulja slim said, cuz no limit niggas bout it bout it
This ghetto livin got us hungry, like parasites
I'm livin the street life, my boy died in gun fight
They got me drownin in the pouring rain, it's a damn shame
How a black man, kill a black man
Look it nigga, i'm a rider, i ride with g's
And i'm trapped in a storm with my enemies

(chorus)

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