What More Can I Do? Lyrics

Get up, dust yourself off

Mama didn't raise no bitch, so it's time to man up

Be a warrior of God

Even when I struggle

Pick myself up from turmoil

Limited time till I'm back in the soil

6 feet down

Never make a sound Creepy motherfucker from the dirty underground

Look all around, bodies on the mound

People beggin for their lives as they gagged and bound

What more can I do

To help you in your day to day

Should I lay it all on table

Just for you to stay

I'm back, rejuvenated. I'm a new man

I ain't no damn bitch and that's that

I'm a sinner in the soul and that's a matter of fact

Gotta gotta bring it back, gotta keep my soul intact

No loose ends on this cesspool rock

Click click click emptied out the Glock

No more shots, but I mean at what cost

I mean all has been lost, can barely find jobs

No food on the table for youngins moms n pops

Violence in the street can we kill this fucking cop

Or each fuckin other, something's up

Someone's pulling strings up at the top

Makin us look and say who's who