Lyrics - David Banner - Certified - Crossroads
Cross Roadz
Hook:
This is where tha young folk r born & tha old people die
We just trna git by… (tell em meet me at tha crossroadz)
B’tween tha good n the badd, itz like u gotta chooz now
We gone make it somehow (tell em meet me at tha crossroadz)
Verse 1 DB
2 day a lady told me “chill” let them demonz come in
my bodyz old, soul tired and I’m sick o’ runnin
u betta pray, one day look, u gotta chooz
right or wrong.. u gone, young man, make a move
revelationz drawin clozer mane, tha 3 headed beast
tha chozen one might not rize from the east
soufcide, imma ride til tha gas gone
I wish I could call Jesus up on tha phone
Like “Lord I’m still burning from tha slave trade
Cant reproduce cause our folk got aidz”
But blacc folks iz killing blacc flok nowadays
I spray tha a.k and leave u right where u lay…
Verse 2 (Grout)
Cutt my wrizt n fear
Where doo I got from here, my mindz less than clear
Do I turn I in shame?
From what could save, doo it I find my kneez and pray
(Banner)
and scream, “Lord I’m sorry 4 my sinz
I’m prepared 4 tha end, u jus let me kno when
Itz hard like a boulda, tha worldz getting colda
But imma stay strong til u come 4 yo soldiaz
If tha devil comin, yall tell him let my soul becuaze
I got tha Lord wit me
(Grout)
We were blind…now we cee..
In the end.. we’ll b free
Hook:
This is where tha young folk r born & tha old people die
We just trna git by… (tell em meet me at tha crossroadz)
B’tween tha good n the badd, itz like u gotta chooz now
We gone make it somehow (tell em meet me at tha crossroadz)
Verse 1 DB
2 day a lady told me “chill” let them demonz come in
my bodyz old, soul tired and I’m sick o’ runnin
u betta pray, one day look, u gotta chooz
right or wrong.. u gone, young man, make a move
revelationz drawin clozer mane, tha 3 headed beast
tha chozen one might not rize from the east
soufcide, imma ride til tha gas gone
I wish I could call Jesus up on tha phone
Like “Lord I’m still burning from tha slave trade
Cant reproduce cause our folk got aidz”
But blacc folks iz killing blacc flok nowadays
I spray tha a.k and leave u right where u lay…
Verse 2 (Grout)
Cutt my wrizt n fear
Where doo I got from here, my mindz less than clear
Do I turn I in shame?
From what could save, doo it I find my kneez and pray
(Banner)
and scream, “Lord I’m sorry 4 my sinz
I’m prepared 4 tha end, u jus let me kno when
Itz hard like a boulda, tha worldz getting colda
But imma stay strong til u come 4 yo soldiaz
If tha devil comin, yall tell him let my soul becuaze
I got tha Lord wit me
(Grout)
We were blind…now we cee..
In the end.. we’ll b free