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It`s Hell

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Stay up
Hold ya head up
It`s hell in the streets boy
Hold your head y`all, livin` cause it`s there

[Kalage]
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 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`
I`m 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`
I`m starin` at the celin`, can`t 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 don`t care with ya my nigga

[Chorus]

`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
I that`s all I gotta say

[Boondox]
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"
20 to 9, and I`ve been sellin` yay` for years
But why we had a house, and couldn`t keep it?
Why we evict`?
Why we get more pink slips than Victorias Secret?
Why I gotta rob?
Why my pappi ain`t gotta job?
Why I ain`t graduate?
Why through high school I didn`t 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 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

[Chorus]

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
I that`s 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"
He`s trippin` like he`s 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 don`t need to be seein` this shit
But in my tape deck, 8ball talkin` about beatin` a bitch
It got me confused, but damn, you shouldn`t 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
I`m hyped and I`m pissed, so I wipe the blood holdin` her limb
It`s gonna be all right, I was with in her bleedin` guilt
She passed out, eyes rolled back, I`m tryin` not to panic
Stepdaddy walked in, saw my momma, then he went in a frantic
Blood leakin`, it won`t stop, him and the rush of 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 pussy, I didn`t help her when she ain`t needin` my daddy
She`s back at home, and puttin` his hands on her again
Livin` in the turn of fire, where drama doesn`t end
It`s hell
Nobody knows, than Lord, my soul`s hope
Nobody knows, than Lord, my soul`s hope

[Chorus x3 to fade]
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
I that`s all I gotta say

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