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 Field Mob

   It`s Hell

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Stay upHold ya head upIt`s hell in the streets boyHold your head y`all, livin` cause it`s there(Kalage)I`m sittin` in the courtroom, stomach full of butterfliesSomebody help me, cause my life is in the Judge eyesThey got me for a Humbug, and that`s some bullshitI should`ve listened to them preaches in the pool kidStressin` to help me, seemed like I was born by mistakeWhile the races dominate, got me victim to the Legislate`I`m playin` for kicks, hustle and rob reefer, it medicate-edMy mind, Fuck the World, we criedMy 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 blowsThe pain be killin`, got the silence up through my nose, ohThese people want to hurt me, my momma dead so fuck `emA small timer on the rise, so nothin` I feelTo my niggas in the county, I might do a bit with yaBoy, in the streets I don`t care with ya my nigga(Chorus)‘Cause it`s hellLivin` off a thug, money things ain`t swellDon`t believe me, go and ask my boys in jailWhen we cryin` keep a knock for the cops‘Cause ain`t no sunshine for boys or blocks (my nigga)‘Cause it`s hellWhat we gotta go through, and only time will tellWhen the pain is over, I`m down on my kneesLord keep watchin` overI`m lookin` for a better wayI that`s all I gotta say(Boondox)Now I was born broke, but I`ll be damned if I`m a die that wayLove my momma, can`t deny that faceAnd as a child, everynight I prayedFor 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 yearsBut 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 handsWhy so many not it jail?Why I let my family down?Why my uncle died?Wish it would`ve been meHe ain`t rob, he ain`t hustle, should`ve been mePreacher man, could you pray for me, faithfully?When God comes lay him his herbs, tell him wait for me(Chorus)It`s hellLivin` off a thug, money things ain`t swellDon`t believe me, go and ask my boys in jailWhen we cryin` keep a knock for the cops‘Cause ain`t no sunshine for boys or blocks (my nigga)‘Cause it`s hellWhat we gotta go through, and only time will tellWhen the pain is over, I`m down on my kneesLord keep watchin` overI`m lookin` for a better wayI that`s all I gotta say(Kalage)He just keep layin` his hands on my momma againFamily ties, this is where the drama beginsTellin` by momma on the floor, bitch this and bitch thatLocked in my prayin` to God, "Please let me get back"He`s trippin` like he`s outta controlSo he had to of been smokin` the herb to crokeThrough the wall, she was gaggin` and chokin`11 years old, and I don`t need to be seein` this shitBut in my tape deck, 8ball talkin` about beatin` a bitchIt got me confused, but damn, you shouldn`t of popped her that hardAnd when them folks come through, that stupid ass be droppin` the chargeWhippin` her ass like a man, right and left with his fistsAnd when he blows to the dome, now she sliced her wristsI`m hyped and I`m pissed, so I wipe the blood holdin` her limbIt`s gonna be all right, I was with in her bleedin` guiltShe passed out, eyes rolled back, I`m tryin` not to panicStepdaddy walked in, saw my momma, then he went in a franticBlood leakin`, it won`t stop, him and the rush of the feverShe almost died, of loss of bloodI knew my momma wouldn`t leave meShe don`t deserve to live in pain, she just wanted to be happyFeelin` like a pussy, I didn`t help her when she ain`t needin` my daddyShe`s back at home, and puttin` his hands on her againLivin` in the turn of fire, where drama doesn`t endIt`s hellNobody knows, than Lord, my soul`s hopeNobody knows, than Lord, my soul`s hope(Chorus x3 to fade)It`s hellLivin` off a thug, money things ain`t swellDon`t believe me, go and ask my boys in jailWhen we cryin` keep a knock for the cops‘Cause ain`t no sunshine for boys or blocks (my nigga)‘Cause it`s hellWhat we gotta go through, and only time will tellWhen the pain is over, I`m down on my kneesLord keep watchin` overI`m lookin` for a better wayI that`s all I gotta say

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