Представляем точный текст композиции "Its Hell" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Field Mob . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Its Hell» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Field Mob передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Field Mob - "Its Hell"
Lyrics to Its Hell : Stay up Hold ya head up Its hell in the streets boy Hold your head yall, livin cause its there (Kalage) Im sittin in the courtroom, stomach full of butterflies Somebody help me, cause my life is in the Judge eyes They got me for a Humbug, and thats some bullshit I shouldve listened to them preaches in the pool kid Stressin to help me, seemed like I was born by mistake While the races dominate, got me victim to the Legislate Im playin for kicks, hustle and rob reefer, it medicate-ed My mind, Fuck the World, we cried My mamma died in '92 so crazy, what the fuck to do' Daddy smokin hard, and I know one day it currupt him to chillin Im starin at the celin, cant take too many blows The pain be killin, got the silence up through my nose, oh These people want to hurt me, my momma dead so fuck em A small timer on the rise, so nothin I feel To my niggas in the county, I might do a bit with ya Boy, in the streets I dont care with ya my nigga (Chorus) 'Cause its hell Livin off a thug, money things aint swell Dont believe me, go and ask my boys in jail When we cryin keep a knock for the cops 'Cause aint no sunshine for boys or blocks (my nigga) 'Cause its hell What we gotta go through, and only time will tell When the pain is over, Im down on my knees Lord keep watchin over Im lookin for a better way I thats all I gotta say (Boondox) Now I was born broke, but Ill be damned if Im a die that way Love my momma, cant deny that face And as a child, everynight I prayed For a rap record deal, man sometimes, twice Id say "Lord save me, take me, away from here" 20 to 9, and Ive been sellin yay for years But why we had a house, and couldnt keep it' Why we evict' Why we get more pink slips than Victorias Secret' Why I gotta rob' Why my pappi aint gotta job' Why I aint graduate' Why through high school I didnt have a date' Why I had to masturbate' Wea, wea, hand me their hands Why so many not it jail' Why I let my family down' Why my uncle died' Wish it wouldve been me He aint rob, he aint hustle, shouldve been me Preacher man, could you pray for me, faithfully' When God comes lay him his herbs, tell him wait for me (Chorus) Its hell Livin off a thug, money things aint swell Dont believe me, go and ask my boys in jail When we cryin keep a knock for the cops 'Cause aint no sunshine for boys or blocks (my nigga) 'Cause its hell What we gotta go through, and only time will tell When the pain is over, Im down on my knees Lord keep watchin over Im lookin for a better way I thats all I gotta say (Kalage) He just keep layin his hands on my momma again Family ties, this is where the drama begins Tellin by momma on the floor, bitch this and bitch that Locked in my prayin to God, "Please let me get back" Hes trippin like hes outta control So he had to of been smokin the herb to croke Through the wall, she was gaggin and chokin 11 years old, and I dont need to be seein this shit But in my tape deck, 8ball talkin about beatin a bitch It got me confused, but damn, you shouldnt of popped her that hard And when them folks come through, that stupid ass be droppin the charge Whippin her ass like a man, right and left with his fists And when he blows to the dome, now she sliced her wrists Im hyped and Im pissed, so I wipe the blood holdin her limb Its gonna be all right, I was with in her bleedin guilt She passed out, eyes rolled back, Im tryin not to panic Stepdaddy walked in, saw my momma, then he went in a frantic Blood leakin, it wont stop, him and the rush of the fever She almost died, of loss of blood I knew my momma wouldnt leave me She dont deserve to live in pain, she just wanted to be happy Feelin like a pussy, I didnt help her when she aint needin my daddy Shes back at home, and puttin his hands on her again Livin in the turn of fire, where drama doesnt end Its hell Nobody knows, than Lord, my souls hope Nobody knows, than Lord, my souls hope (Chorus x3 to fade) Its hell Livin off a thug, money things aint swell Dont believe me, go and ask my boys in jail When we cryin keep a knock for the cops 'Cause aint no sunshine for boys or blocks (my nigga) 'Cause its hell What we gotta go through, and only time will tell When the pain is over, Im down on my knees Lord keep watchin over Im lookin for a better way I thats all I gotta say [ Its Hell Lyrics ]
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