Stro Elliot - TALK THAT GUAVA TO THE FOLK lyrics

Intro: Guava juice dripping in the darkness This that give your people something they can march with This that give your people something they can step to Even though we feeling lower than a step stool I woke up in the morning to some bad news That happens on the daily now, that's true I'm glad I got my people I'm attached to I think they're trying to clean house like a vacuum Got me sayin: Hook: We still rise like the sun in the morn' Black Guava We ain't tired we done been here before Post-Hook: This that guava juice dripping in the darkness This that ready, aim, fire we can spark it This that we can move a mountain with the moxie And dance while we're at it, we're so foxxy Verse 1: You gon' hit your target Once you stop being a target When the clouds turn gray, and we start to feel the rain The light that you bring is going to be so heartening We're living for our lost ones Still feeling what that loss does Every day we feel the pain, and we can't forget your name Now you're on another plane You done bossed up All this suffering here It got me wondering where All my people get their joy from Noise from every angle makes it much harder to hear the angels 'Round corners where the PoPo make it dangerous This for the people who can sleep well Because their nightmares happen when they wake up It takes guts to stay tough and slay thugs who make bucks Off your plight But please don't you weep, grab that knife We gon' fight (Hook) Verse 2: You gon' hit your target You gon' stop being a target You gon' take care of your neighbor And do it with hella flavor Though your country wants to label people martians So we'll camp out in the marshes And in the trenches where the frogs live Until everybody's free and liberated from greed Then nobody gets to live without the monsters However do you want it, render mystical views Give it deep, give it life, give it spiritual GIve it feet, give it vibes, give it vivid and true And then let that baby travel with this rhythm in blue This that guava juice dripping in the darkness God lives in the middle of this mosh pit We forfeit never Take it to another level Where we revel in the absence of the locksmiths (Hook)