Aaron T. Thomas - REAL GRIP

All around the cold wind blows...chilling even the hard-core soul... Destiny lies in wait 'round any corner
You don't know when it's coming' at you or when you're a goner...
Stick and move bob and weave... I pray hey, hey! Dear God don't let it end this way!

Whites screaming' Jesus; Blacks saying oh Lord... Mother's crying Dear God here comes the death train.
Don't let him get on board... Whites screaming' Jesus; Blacks saying oh Lord!
Mother's crying Dear God here comes the death train don't let him get on board!

Violence it's enough to make you sick let's get a real grip
Violence it's enough to make you sick let's get a real grip
Violence it's enough to make you sick let's get a real grip
Violence it's enough to make you sick let's get a real grip

On this situation out of hand and out of control...we got to take a stand
On this situation out of hand and out of control...we got to take a stand

Don't know quite how to be a role model...blend into your social call or pattern!
How's it going to be baby...What's up to you may be down to me

Let's move to another subject; let's get our realities checked!
Let's get ahead and oh it's nice to fantasize...but let's realize the scheme in the dream is to be at peace!

Written by:
AARON THOMAS

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