Only The Strong Will Survive Lyrics - Singles - Johnny Afro

It's gone be tough one, the writings on the wall, 

the magic cure all, call it Epsom salt 

It ain't my fault, I didn't see it coming, 

cat scratch fever, what I got evil 

Fightin with the devil, how I let him touch me, 

is there any hope, release from the clutches 

If there is trust me, even it it's dusty, 

I hit the floor exploring any way without question 

I don't know the lesson, never got the notes, 

is there any cure for this weird overdose 

Fate something sickening, really can I handle, 

something hit me heavy, harder than an anvil, 

The past is gone, can't hide lies, 

why am I so weak, if the strong must survive 

Deadly den the cancer, everbody answers, 

but none know the problem, the question for solvin 

The hip the haps, Got to lead like a captain, the man move mountains, don't need youth fountains 

Countin on a miracle, singing with a hyminal, 

Johnny do work, let me hear you say church 

Preach through your speaker, give you what you need some, uplift kings, add sheen to your bling 

Don't' drink the hatorade, let me flex on the issue, misuse the mic, choke the lyrics down tight 

Too late, no one can escape, 

this a full fledge raid not an escapade 

Float on the thoughts that the hot rapper drops, 

the craft clear crispy, even if I whisper 

The voice is heard, the word gets stirred, 

set the transmission, it's about race time 

They climbin hard like they tyring to raise, 

no comment they aint' at my climate 

Turned to the crutch, All good is God, 

If it's all bad, where we get that from 

Sun got to shine, time never ends, 

father fate always win against the mighty of men 

Send me the antidote, here come the poison, 

the big but the smile, who can you trust 

Used to be gutsy, now you play the background, 

it may be too late, you better act now 

The yin the yang, stirrup drink tang, 

more slice of advice that can be arranged 

As I quench every inch of the universal path, 

funk is on the wrath, champ do the math 

Had that abstract itch, since ding dong ditch, 

and the dogs come running, the egos crumble 

Imagine I attack, dream vs reality, 

life is a gallery, this a make you humble