T-Roy McCoy - Trouble Coming

Someone's saying that something's coming from somewhere far away
Can't see it just yet, but it could be here any day
Looked up at a grey sky, knelt down to a barren land
Felt the spirit from far away come to lead me by the hand

Will you hold on when the trouble comes
Will you get back down and shoot them guns
Or will you run for cover, baby
Will you make a stand when the trouble lands
Would you take a life with your own hand
Will you rise up from the underground
And drive the man back down to town

At the end of my street is a hurricane with a pitch fork in his hand
Earthquake and a tidal wave and they're coming on to my land
Jumped out my window and what do you think I see
A cigarette with a petrol can and it's coming on close to me

Will you hold on when the trouble comes
Will you get back down and shoot them guns
Or will you run for cover, baby
Will you make a stand when the trouble lands
Would you take a life with your own hand

But if you want to cry
And load the car and get back on that highway, baby
Then trouble's coming your way

Down in the bunker, living off tins with a shotgun by the door
There's no more rich folks cause now everybody's poor
There's no more credit, you're only worth what you bring
You ain't getting anything, for your well cut diamond ring

Will you hold on when the trouble comes
Will you get back down and shoot them guns
Or will you run for cover, baby
Will you make a stand when the trouble lands
Would you take a life with your own hand
Or are you just another maybe

Will you hold on when the trouble comes
Will you get back down and shoot them guns
Or will you run for cover, baby
Will you make a stand when the trouble lands
Would you take a life with your own hand
Or are you just another maybe

Written by:
Troy Utz

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find