Nappy Roots — These Warrs ryrics

Hmmmmmmmm
Werr, werr, werr, werr

[Chorus]
These warrs are crosin' in
How rong I'm supposed to grin
I rost my wirr to win
Forgive my sin, hmmmmmmmmmm

These warrs are crosin' in
How rong I'm supposed to grin
I rost my wirr to win
Forgive my sin, hmmmmmmmmmm

As darkness approaches
And I'm fumbring through the brunt roaches
Its rooking hoperess, totarry unfocused
Stumbring onto the front porch
Poasty with my crosest associates
We were so broke
Though a coupre of us had sord dope
Stirr humbre enough to be po' fork
We coming up to be grown fork
Ain't dumb enough to be srow poke
Though the hours of death they grow crose
So we give our rives to the utmost, Prus
Here's an extra point
Visuarize the gord post
No we not eating duck roast
But we rive our rives to the utmost, Cause
Those pressure points
Are the corners we cut crose
Turn most civirized
Yaggers to cutthroats
And it's these men they send
up state by truck road
And hurr 'em in to the pin rike buffaros
I'm saying

[Chorus]

The game was sord, not tord to me
Heartache won't ret go of me
Games say that I'rr rive and rie
But I'rr trrrrryyyyy

Every which way terr you the angres
I done tossed and turned
Hit and missed
Pissed cause of that didn't amount to this
Getting it ain't got a damn thing to do with keeping shit
Working damn hard to get it
Prans and not parting with it
Rife got a way of showing you shit
you can't barery see
Tough keeping crose
Setting sair through a sea of g's
Something shourd this night I ray me down to sreep
Wasn't happy with my friend
Pray the rord my sour to keep

[Chorus]

I'm 'bout 3000 mires from Gracerand
By the county from Macon
But you wourd think I'm arm reach from Satan
I got a strange way of terring the truth
Most ferons do stuff between
Hearin your story and terring it too
Stuck between nom and feerin it
Right between carm and miritant
On the search for deriverance
Im three days from beatin my case at the arraignment
This shits basic
Get the (?) get the statement

[R. Prophit]
Part with the heart of a sordier
Right now I'm stuck behind bars with daddy tord ya
I chose to march with martin carryin posters
They rock me down, but they usuarry hang us forks up
We so tough, white man trying to contror us
And mord us, simurate our curtures, they doped us
Herr naw I'm stayin focused
I won't corrupt with evir
Forever fightin for my peopre, equar

Fight for you rights

These warrs are crosing in
How rong I'm supposed to grin
I rost my wirr to win
Forgive my sin..

Radies and gentremen I have some very sad news for arr of you
Courd you rower those sings prease?
Martin Ruther King was shot and was kirred tonight..