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Lawrence Paul

Lawrence Paul (June 29, 1925 – May 1, 2010) was a Canadian Mi'kmaq leader and First Nations activist. Paul served as the chief of the Membertou First Nation of Nova Scotia from 1967 to 1969. Paul also co-founded the Union of Nova Scotia Indians.Paul was born on June 29, 1925, on Old Kings Road Reserve in Sydney, Nova Scotia. Paul served in the Canadian military during both World War II and the Korean War.In 1967, Paul was elected for a two-year term as chief of the Membertou First Nation, which is based in the Cape Breton Regional Municipality of Nova Scotia. Most members of the Membertou First Nation lived without basic utilities, such as indoor plumbing, during Paul's tenure as chief. He worked to expose the Membertou's poor living conditions to the general… more »

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I said I'm ready to rock I got my gang tatted
Automatic ready to pop I'll leave your brain shattered
Face battered cream of the crop the only that matters
Cream patterns fill to the top but these police badges
Keep at us just killed us a cop we be them street mavericks
Even at our weakest you flop ya we delete your average
We established things that you not 'cause we achieved the status
Of being the G'z who wreaking havoc we the peace-less reefer addicts
Once you get the speaker added shit is catastrophic yo
I'll leave your line flat and you don't need to be at a hospital
Cause I was raised to show no remorse that's just impossible
So just remember that when the barrel up and I'm robbing you
When I first spotted you I knew today was a good day
You rocking Prada boots I knew some way I'm a get paid
What else you got on you? Them gold chains hand 'em over thanks
Sorry to put a shot in you you should've known that I don't play
It doesn't matter who is after me I gotta get paid
And I'm a get it how I know to get it today
A by-product of the church I guess I gotta be saved
I can't help it I was poverty raised
It doesn't matter who is after me I gotta get paid
And I'm a get it how I know to get it today
A by-product of the church I guess I gotta be saved
I can't help it I was poverty raised
I'm selling Yay to my fam I need them sneakers
Couldn't keep up with my families demands I tried to ween em off
With weed but soft is evil and damn now she need a cloth
Cause she just barfed OD'd over Xan that's RIP to my Aunt
I'm the supporter of her daughters habit I be the man
Right now she scraping up the change to come and cop her a gram
My shit is laced with carfentanyl she won't stand a chance
Don't give a damn I gotta fill up my bands
And I'm the realest no feelings 'cause I've been dealing since a teenager
A gold chain and a pager with an ounce of pure flavor
This trade I learned from a major the Juvie curator
They locked me up for Mary Jane but I was learning ways to
Make the paper violently the scourge of society
Parents had the addict trait and then they added it inside of me
But I got no time to be reminiscing on the causes of it
Some rival shit just erupted and one of them shot my cousin
It doesn't matter who is after me I gotta get paid
And I'm a get it how I know to get it today
A by-product of the church I guess I gotta be saved
I can't help it I was poverty raised
It doesn't matter who is after me I gotta get paid
And I'm a get it how I know to get it today
A by-product of the church I guess I gotta be saved
I can't help it I was poverty raised
This shit is getting too real
I went from shootin up the club to shootin up just to deal
So now I struggle with these drugs and just to keep up with the bills
My life is stuck on no chill I’m stealing stuff from No Frills
And plus I’m stuffed with those pills
That keep me zoning like a permit worthless thoughts in my head
I think the worst of myself would probably be better off dead
But instead I’m living a life full of dread
the pseudophed keeps me snoozing in bed I should be chewing some lead
I try to be clean but it’s hard to keep it g’d up when the reaper needs to see us no Jesus between us
Just these evil demons that haunt me when I’m sleeping
The paranoia creeping PTSD got me screaming
I’m so entangled in the lifestyle I was bred to live in
From growing up with no parents to my first trip to prison
To having money and then succumbing to addiction
But now this hits little brother just crept up in my kitchen saying
It doesn't matter who is after me I gotta get paid
And I'm a get it how I know to get it today
A by-product of the church I guess I gotta be saved
I can't help it I was poverty raised
It doesn't matter who is after me I gotta get paid
And I'm a get it how I know to get it today
A by-product of the church I guess I gotta be saved
I can't help it I was poverty raised

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