Lyrics
Trouble Times
Verse I:
The writings of many poets on the great wall of life. It’s trife, we survive only to find strife.
But through it all, though you wanna say “screw it all,” you got a click but sometimes no crew at all.
The money makers, the movers the crack shakers the back breakers who strive for that 40 acres.
High society hiding behind notoriety, full of piety some need to check their sobriety –
Pass or fail, what would you do to have mass appeal? You got firepower do you wanna blast for real?
Or is it ‘cause they got you under pressure, feelin’ like you’re somethin’ lesser if you ain’t holdin’ a undressa, the oowop, the convincer or the blue glock the burner or something that could make a ‘fool’ drop.
I’m 2 blocks away from where they found my man slain – it’s gotta be another way to gain fame.
Hook:
Is this the way life, Goes and if it is, Father tell me now, What comes after this,Why do people lie, why do people cheat, why do people die, in these evil streets; what is good or bad, what is fake or real, what is going on, tell me what’s the deal; God I need to know, so I gotta ask are these trouble times gonna last?
Verse II:
Combustion, destruction, Christian to muslim, protestant to catholic some of us walking butt backwards.
Tryna figure what’s after this is it hell or Heaven? You better be dwelling amongst the brethren.
7 is God’s perfect number, the number of completion you see – Padrino, Nino y Espiritu Santi.
Follow me now the streets wanna chew you up and swallow you down and satan steady tryna body you now but me I roll wit a squad of angels and stay armoured up. So now all y’all demons are out of luck.
Must’ve thought that I was a powder puff, but just the opposite – I’m a child of the King the Most High acknowledge it.
Speakin’ upon what you could never find in colleges, it’s wisdom from the Rock of Ages, there’s 66 books and a couple thousand pages –
Flip through ‘em, and you can take a trip through ‘em.
Hook:
Is this the way life, Goes and if it is, Father tell me now, What comes after this,Why do people lie, why do people cheat, why do people die, in these evil streets; what is good or bad, what is fake or real, what is going on, tell me what’s the deal; God I need to know, so I gotta ask are these trouble times gonna last?
Verse III:
To all you dudes that think you’re invincible I’m comin’ with spiritual lyricals to spit at you ‘cause the hour is critical.
The devil is trickin’ you and his pain is inflicted through what you hear on the radio and take in through your visuals.
In all these videos these cats play so many roles, you a hustla or you a killa what is it really though?
You just a small time scrambler man ya’ man had money and for real just ran with ya’ man.
Again and again, all you do is yap about guns - and drugs as if that’s what you want for your sons – and daughters.
We oughta, stop the slaughter in the streets man we’re droppin’ in unnatural order. Get your recorders –
And I hope you’re gettin’ this down I have been called to warn you no more sittin’ around.
When Jesus comes back like a thief and He rips through your town you can’t say you never heard the horn sound.
Hook:
Is this the way life, Goes and if it is, Father tell me now, What comes after this,Why do people lie, why do people cheat, why do people die, in these evil streets; what is good or bad, what is fake or real, what is going on, tell me what’s the deal; God I need to know, so I gotta ask are these trouble times gonna last?
