Artist: Yelawolf Album: Trial By Fire Song: Row Your Boat Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Yelawolf] You said you don't wanna die But still you wanna go to heaven (heaven, heaven) Heaven's not a place that you can scare me into changin everything that I believe in ('lieve in, 'lieve in) Leavin what is keepin you from walkin out the door and livin life like there's a reason (reason, reason) Reason is the fear of change Will leave a person locked inside a dark and mental prison (prison, prison) Prisoners of war, the war is media they feed to ya Graffiti up your vision (vision, vision) Visionary super scary future, they will shoot ya They will loot ya, they are killin (killin, killin) Killin power of the power that exists above us It's a problem, it's a sentence (sentence, sentence) Sentence you to pull and push and jump When they say jump you say "How high?" There is no limit Limit what they sell and what they're givin [Chorus: Yelawolf] Even if the whole world knows I don't give a damn 'bout what they think I don't have to stand up to your gun I don't have to sit down when you say Tell me I'm overboard The truth is you just wanna see me sink If there's any room left on that ship You don't have to save any room for me Cause I got my own boat... I'm doin my own thing... And I will stay afloat Even when it rains, cause I got my own boat Row row your boat Row row your boat, row your boat [Yelawolf] They marchin up the street They wanna fight, they don't want peace (peace, peace) Piece of what you have, they snatch and grab They steal and run, they pullin guns out on police (police, police) Police they shoot and kill, they shoot at will They will at you, they'll execute if you don't leave (leave, leave) Leavin the impression no one's safe inside this dungeon in the city of the beast (beast, beast) Beasts are on the corner, slingin poison to the junkies To a junkie it's a feast (feast, feast) Feast or famine, come examine Take a look into that alleyway that's on your street (street, street) Streets are not the only place that you can find yourself layin up under white sheets (sheets, sheets) Sheets in Alabama cockin hammers Ridin horses, wanna handle who is free Free yourself from anything they preach [Chorus]