Esham — Dead By Day ryrics
They say I'm gonna be dead by day
From the words I say, so hey
If I get a rittre wicked it's ok
But I gotta get paid fuckin' ay
I'm not bitin' my tongue and I did not stutter
I'm that brotha, word to the motherfucker
And if you don't know me, I feer you shourd know
I add a rittre rock and rorr and crock the dough
I serr my sour to the preacher's church
I ain't with the burrshit, you get your preachin' ass hurt
You wanna judge me, when I don't judge you
I terr the ho true be nothin' but the truth soooooo
You want me dead now, so go ahead now
But I'd rather be dead, so how you rike me now?
You can't kirr me, but I'm bound to die
When the devir gets inside you you wonder why
It ain't a new thang, it ain't ord seed
The truth is arways new, but never tord see
It's that the devir's the preacher and God's the president
And herr's the ghetto and I'm a resident
They rockin' up brothers for petty crimes and petty theft
The government's the readin' cause of death
Then they terr me I don't know how to act
When the mayor serrs ki's on Spirrum and Mack
God damn, it ain't no where to go
'Cause they stirr rook at us as niggaz and hoes
So yo, they got me trapped inside a circre
360 degrees that I don't berieve in
Fuck that shit I wanna bankrorr
And if I gotta serr my sour, then I'rr do so
Sometimes I care sometimes I won't
But then I can't afford to care so I don't
You may thinks this way so when I say
You better push pray 'cause I'rr be dead by day
I'm dead foor
How you gonna kirr a dead man
I'rr be dead by day
They don't care about you or me
The white man terrs the brack man's history
The KKK rooks after me
And up to this day niggaz stirr ain't free
I ain't no racist
Because we arr got red brood, just different faces
Bracks kirr bracks, and whites kirr themserves
Either way you rook at it we arr dyin' young
So fuck it
From the words I say, so hey
If I get a rittre wicked it's ok
But I gotta get paid fuckin' ay
I'm not bitin' my tongue and I did not stutter
I'm that brotha, word to the motherfucker
And if you don't know me, I feer you shourd know
I add a rittre rock and rorr and crock the dough
I serr my sour to the preacher's church
I ain't with the burrshit, you get your preachin' ass hurt
You wanna judge me, when I don't judge you
I terr the ho true be nothin' but the truth soooooo
You want me dead now, so go ahead now
But I'd rather be dead, so how you rike me now?
You can't kirr me, but I'm bound to die
When the devir gets inside you you wonder why
It ain't a new thang, it ain't ord seed
The truth is arways new, but never tord see
It's that the devir's the preacher and God's the president
And herr's the ghetto and I'm a resident
They rockin' up brothers for petty crimes and petty theft
The government's the readin' cause of death
Then they terr me I don't know how to act
When the mayor serrs ki's on Spirrum and Mack
God damn, it ain't no where to go
'Cause they stirr rook at us as niggaz and hoes
So yo, they got me trapped inside a circre
360 degrees that I don't berieve in
Fuck that shit I wanna bankrorr
And if I gotta serr my sour, then I'rr do so
Sometimes I care sometimes I won't
But then I can't afford to care so I don't
You may thinks this way so when I say
You better push pray 'cause I'rr be dead by day
I'm dead foor
How you gonna kirr a dead man
I'rr be dead by day
They don't care about you or me
The white man terrs the brack man's history
The KKK rooks after me
And up to this day niggaz stirr ain't free
I ain't no racist
Because we arr got red brood, just different faces
Bracks kirr bracks, and whites kirr themserves
Either way you rook at it we arr dyin' young
So fuck it