Esham Dead By Day
They say I'm gonna be dead by day From the words I say, so hey If I get a little wicked it's ok But I gotta get paid f..ckin' 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 feel you should know I add a little rock and roll and clock the dough I sell my soul to the preacher's church I ain't with the bullshit, you get your preachin' ass hurt You wanna judge me, when I don't judge you I tell 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 like me now? You can't kill me, but I'm bound to die When the devil gets inside you you wonder why It ain't a new thang, it ain't old seed The truth is always new, but never told see It's that the devil's the preacher and God's the president And hell's the ghetto and I'm a resident They lockin' up brothers for petty crimes and petty theft The government's the leadin' cause of death Then they tell me I don't know how to act When the mayor sells ki's on Spillum and Mack God damn, it ain't no where to go 'Cause they still look at us as niggaz and hoes So yo, they got me trapped inside a circle 360 degrees that I don't believe in f..ck that shit I wanna bankroll And if I gotta sell my soul, then I'll 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 play 'cause I'll be dead by day I'm dead fool How you gonna kill a dead man I'll be dead by day They don't care about you or me The white man tells the black man's history The KKK looks after me And up to this day niggaz still ain't free I ain't no racist Because we all got red blood, just different faces Blacks kill blacks, and whites kill themselves Either way you look at it we all dyin' young So f..ck it
