It's Hell
Field Mob
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Stay up Hold ya head up It's hell in the streets boy Hold your head young nigga 'Cause it's hell I'm 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 that's some bullshit I should've listened to them preachers in the pulpit Stressin' to heaven, seemed like I was born by mistake While the races dominate, got me victim to the Legislate' I'm playin' for kicks, hustle and rob reefer, it medicated my mind, F*ck the World, with crime My mamma died in '92 so crazy, what the f*ck to do? Daddy smokin' hard, not knowin' that it corrupted two chillin' I'm starin' at the ceilin', can't take too many blows The pain be killin', got the sinus up in my nose, oh These people want to hurt me, my momma dead, so f*ck '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 don't care with ya, my nigga 'Cause it's hell Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops 'Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga 'Cause it's hell What we gotta go through, and only time will tell When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees Lord keep watchin' over, I'm lookin' for a better way And I that's all I gotta say Now I was born broke, but I'll be damned if I'm a die that way Love my momma, can't deny that face and as a child Everynight I prayed for a rap record deal, man sometimes Twice I'd say, "Lord save me, take me away from here" Twenty now, and I've been sellin' yay' for years But why we had a house, and couldn't keep it? Why we evicted? Why we get more pink slips than Victorias Secret? Why I gotta rob? Why my pappa ain't gotta job? Why I ain't graduate? Why through high school I ain't have a date? Why I had to masturbate? Why I'm wearing hand me downs? Why I'm in and out of jail? Why I let my family down? Why my uncle died? Wish it would've been me He ain't rob, he ain't hustle, should've been me Preacher man, could you pray for me, faithfully? When God comes lay him his herbs, tell him wait for me 'Cause it's hell Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops 'Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga 'Cause it's hell What we gotta go through, and only time will tell When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees Lord keep watchin' over, I'm lookin' for a better way And I that's all I gotta say He just keep layin' his hands on my momma again Family ties, this is where the drama begins Tellin' my momma on the floor, bitch this and bitch that Locked in my prayin' to God, "Please let me get back" He's trippin' like he's outta control So he had to of been smokin'I heard her croke Through the wall, she was gaggin' and chokin' Eleven years old, and I don't need to be seein' this shit But in my tape deck, eight ball talkin' about beatin' a bitch It got me confused, but damn, you shouldn't popp her that hard And when them folks come , her stupid ass be droppin' the charge Whippin' her ass like a man, right and left with his fists Heavely blows to the dome, now she slicing her wrists I'm hyped and I'm pissed, soaking wet with blood holdin' her limb It's gonna be all right, she whispered with her bleedin' lip She passed out, eyes rolled back, I'm tryin' not to panic Step daddy walked in, saw my momma, then he went in a frantic Blood leakin', non stop, permanent rush with the fever She almost died, of loss of blood, I knew my momma wouldn't leave me She don't deserve to live in pain, she just wanted to be happy Feelin' like a puss, I didn't help her 'cause he ain't even my daddy She's back at home, and he puttin' his hands on her again Livin' in eternal fire, where drama doesn't end It's hell Nobody knows, the load, my soul tow Nobody knows, the load, my soul tow 'Cause it's hell Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops 'Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga 'Cause it's hell What we gotta go through, and only time will tell When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees Lord keep watchin' over, I'm lookin' for a better way And I that's all I gotta say 'Cause it's hell Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops 'Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga 'Cause it's hell What we gotta go through, and only time will tell When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees Lord keep watchin' over, I'm lookin' for a better way And I that's all I gotta say 'Cause it's hell Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops 'Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga 'Cause it's hell What we gotta go through, and only time will tell When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees Lord keep watchin' over, I'm lookin' for a better way And I that's all I gotta say
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Written by: DARION T. CRAWFORD, EMANUEL ANDERSON, SHAWN T. JOHNSON
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