Field Mob - It's Hell

Stay up
Hold ya head up
It's hell in the streets boy
Hold your head young nigg*, cause it's hell

(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 bulls**t
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,
fk the World, with crime
My mamma died in 92 so crazy, what the fk 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 fk 'em
A small timer on the rise, so nothin' I feel
To my in the county, I might do a bit with ya
Boy, in the streets I don't care with ya my nigg*

(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 nigg*)

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

(Boondox)
Now I was born broke, but I'll be d*mned 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"
22 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 aint have a date?
Why I had to masturb*te?
Why Im wearing hand me downs?
Why im 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

(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 an eye for the cops
Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks (my nigg*)

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 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' my momma on the floor, b*tch this and b*tch 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'
11 years old, and I don't need to be seein' this s**t
But in my tape deck, 8ball talkin' about beatin' a b*tch
It got me confused, but d*mn, you shouldn't popp her that hard
And when them folks come , her stupid as* be droppin' the charge
Whippin' her as* 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 p*ssed, 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
Stepdaddy 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 cuz 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
(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 an eye for the cops
Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks (my nigg*)

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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