Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
James Otha
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Otha
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Henneesee
Producer
Lyrics
As the lotus flower blooms we see its
Natural habitat color itself to compare
Its hard for me true feelings yo do I express
Swallow another pill just to see it depress
Works got me tired and cant handle the stress
Makn 8.50 an hour till Im nearin my death
Ain't the life for me I was destined for best
Goin into the store gotta put on a vest
Cause if you talkin money you won't have none left
Yo as dre or oaks theyve seen plenty of theft
But really they stealin lives and divides by land
38th a line drawn not by hand
Get caught and now you gettin drawn by hand
Not paint but chalk that is held by man
Now really yo pride gone protect you like a vest do?
Give the couple bucks to em for they rest you
No police I dont mean to arrest you
Im talkin sleep when you really learn what the rest do
When shit hits the fan are you still a man
When shit hits the fan are you still a man
Just a question, can you please answer it
When shit hits the fan are you still a man
Now think about go on think about it
Now be about it go on be about it
When shit hits the fan are you still a man
When shit hits the fan are you still a man
Really the question is is your pride worth a bullet
Cause ive seen different cases and displaces of heroic gestures
Tired of losing family over the suggestion
That a thug got to lose sleep over his injection
Indigestion over what hes done invested in his stake
Imma plant my claim firm that the reason that his fate
Is decided once the creator provided him a soul
He created just a monster with an evil goal
Kill and murder innocence thats all that's been making sense
Since the president has said its up for me to make the cents
Pops gone and moms been gone about a week
So I guess its up to me yea I guess its up to me
So i guess its up to me yea i guess its up to me
When shit hits the fan are you still a man
When shit hits the fan are you still a man
Just a question, can you please answer it
When shit hits the fan are you still a man
Now think about go on think about it
Now be about it go on be about it
When shit hits the fan are you still a man
When shit hits the fan are you still a man
Writer(s): Ciara Simms
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