SHELTER (Acoustic Version) VIC MENSA (Ft. Chance the Rapper)
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[Intro: Chance the Rapper]
There's a war going on outside
Ay ah
There's a war going on outside
Nobody's safe from
But here in my arms
I'll keep you from harm
There's no guarantee tonight
That we will wake up
When night hates the morning
You hear no alarm ring
You can count on one thing
[Verse 1: VIC MENSA]
Wyclef told me, "Call 9-1-1"
But who do you call when the ambulances don't come?
Or watch as the ones sworn by law to protect us
Wrongfully convict us, then call it corrections
Next, they bail the banks out when we in recession
And hang us in a jail cell so they can swing the elections
The Chicago streets where potholes is deep
And Tahoes creep like TLC
Hospital workers in scrubs with no PPE
But they got money for riot gear, my nigga, we dying here
Yet, you tell me not to move with my gun
But we got more funeral homes than schools where I'm from
And on the news, all you view is homicides
Ain't no trauma units when y'all are traumatized
Tryna get on your feet, playing the hand they dealt you
If your house is not a home, let this song be your shelter, shelter, shelter
There's a war going on outside
Ay ah
There's a war going on outside
Nobody's safe from
But here in my arms
I'll keep you from harm
There's no guarantee tonight
That we will wake up
When night hates the morning
You hear no alarm ring
You can count on one thing
[Verse 1: VIC MENSA]
Wyclef told me, "Call 9-1-1"
But who do you call when the ambulances don't come?
Or watch as the ones sworn by law to protect us
Wrongfully convict us, then call it corrections
Next, they bail the banks out when we in recession
And hang us in a jail cell so they can swing the elections
The Chicago streets where potholes is deep
And Tahoes creep like TLC
Hospital workers in scrubs with no PPE
But they got money for riot gear, my nigga, we dying here
Yet, you tell me not to move with my gun
But we got more funeral homes than schools where I'm from
And on the news, all you view is homicides
Ain't no trauma units when y'all are traumatized
Tryna get on your feet, playing the hand they dealt you
If your house is not a home, let this song be your shelter, shelter, shelter
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