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Field Mob - "It s 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
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