Keep On

Lyrics

(Ahhh in the mornin' Keep on working my job Every cent Ahhh in the mornin' Keep on working my job Every cent) Fresh off the foot of the bed I move slow Ain't no one awake That's why I tiptoe Gotta kick flip go We racin' the ghetto Gotta be like a bakery Basically stack dough Need Cheese like I'm crazy Gotta bring back home Gotta feed all the babies My neighborhood said so Takin' care of my mother my sisters my brothers When we all okay then we say let's go Early bird gets the worm Mama said that though Hit the block where its hot Neighbor got more mo' dro Liquor store where they go See them drown in the Old gold bottle on the road Crush it under my flow Concrete feel the heat All up under my feet Like the devil underneath Keepin' beef to a beat Keep a couple good verses From the book of the lord In my memories stored Like my gun in the floor (Chorus) We hustle and we grind Precision at all times Programmed for the prison So we used to the dyin' theres a gang of young crips G's who don't trip And a couple of young gunners Quick to empty the clip Don't forget about the cryin' Though we numb to the pain At the church askin' why I'm going through it again Death runnin' through the streets You can call the police If you want a rent a cop That's controlled by the beast At your mama's front door Askin' questions and such Either way we're still fucked Trouble bubblin' up From the bottom to the top Top to the bottom Pushers and puppets Every government got em Feelin' like it's Sodom Maybe it's Gomorrah Couldn't find a job Now we're sure to be poorer Headin' for the border They're putting up a wall The last will be first At the end of it all (Chorus) Zion-I Radio Lyrics A one, two, three, four Oh, I'm alive, yeah From the slaves to the field To the booze and the blues To the ragtime feeling okay To the jazz in the H we were finding our way Coltrane stayed playin' all day To the rock and the roll Left a hole in the soul Cause the white folk didn't want to pay Didn't want us no more So you know I gotta go Disco soul went to R&B We got a little older Times got colder Couldn't find a job Now it's hard to stay sober Hip Hop came and I lost my brain Can't go back gotta find new things We crunk, and we bump And we thug, and we club and we do What we really gotta do I'm a fool who's in love With a drug, fill me up To the music I'll always stay true Chorus: I know (I know) For sure (for sure) I got a new radio I got a new radio I got a new radio (Repeat) The sound of the church Giving birth to the verse MC's that would ever touch ground Singing praise in a way That could save everyday So amazing I lay my hat down Pioneers of the beats in the streets And I see that the beat is a part of the piece That I feel when we speak or we blow or we sing It's relief that can make its so deep I'm a piece in the puzzle Little bitty cuz who Love kickin' game wit a mouth that will cuss you Every day thing Now a days gotta hustle Thinking bout the ancestors give me muscle Everything I need When I gotta go tussle This is how it go When the spirit gon touch you Tell you what I know bout them bold negros Who came way before With a rhythm that crushed you (Chorus) Yeah Miles Davis would you please come back James Brown would you please come back Robert Marley would you please come back Need yall back gotta get us on track Yeah, let's go Yeah x 3 Louie Armstrong please come back Billy Holliday please come back Nina Simone please come back Need yall back gotta get us on track Jimmie Hendrix please come back Curtis Mayfield please come back Robert Johnson please come back Need your back gotta get us on track