Get Yours Lyrics - Singles - Flatbush Zombies

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 

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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) 

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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... 

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