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Chubb Rock

Genres: Rock

Lost In The Storm Lyrics - Chubb Rock

I walk down the street, yo pick any one 

I see a little ruffneck kid with a gun 

I said, "little homeboy what's up with the glock 19? " 

He said a damn crack fiend just went and took his mama's life 

And now the kid's over there smoking the pipe 

I said, "guilt will let him know what he did 

And you don't need to go to jail, you're just a kid. 

Give me the gun little g, just cool it down. 

You've got a lot to live for you're college bound." 

And so he screams and cries, we start huggin 

On the corner in ft. greene, we're buggin 

Tears drip as we walk to the crib 

And i'ma try to be there to comfort the kid 

I woke up it's a brand new day 

Little man blew himself away 

And I'm scorned, an emotional thorn 

And I'm lost in the storm 

 

Well back in the hood, understood, I mean understand 

The conspiracy upon the first man 

Death to the klan pump the fists that's connected 

To the elbow joined by cartilage to the dark hand 

And the plan to conserve this confused violent land 

Different races, faces share the same spaces 

Sewed by arrogant laces 

Taste t his peace is real sweet 

Extra reasoning seasoning to the weak 

Will be done before the sun starts to nova 

Or we'll be over 

Reveal the passion button now hit it 

Cause no one is born a bigot 

Delete what you have engraved in your mind 

And throw up the peace sign 

And maybe be reborn or be lost in the storm 

 

Well it's ninety-two we will make it to ninety-three 

With no p-e, a-c-e 

It won't happen so stop your damn finger tappin 

Find the music of peace and start rappin 

The answer lies in your hearts then your minds 

And maybe then we can save human kind 

Put away the guns and have fun was a strong motto in ninety-one 

But a woodstock ninety-two the many join the few to delete the racist crew 

Without death cause that will be illogical 

Peace will cover every newspaper article 

So now then, where do we start 

Everybody knows they have to play a part 

Open your minds and clear your minds 

And throw up the peace signs 

Cause to scorn, be reborn, everybody let's be reborn 

Or be lost in the storm