| Stay up | |
| Hold ya head up | |
| It's hell in the streets boy | |
| Hold your head young nigga, 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 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, | |
| **** the World, with crime | |
| My mamma died in ࿘92 so crazy, what the **** 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 **** '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 | |
| and 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" | |
| 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 masturbate? | |
| 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 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 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, 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' | |
| 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 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 | |
| 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 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 |
| Stay up | |
| Hold ya head up | |
| It' s hell in the streets boy | |
| Hold your head young nigga, 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 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, | |
| the World, with crime | |
| My mamma died in 92 so crazy, what the 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 ' 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 | |
| and 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" | |
| 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 masturbate? | |
| 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 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 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, 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' | |
| 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 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 | |
| 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 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 |
| Stay up | |
| Hold ya head up | |
| It' s hell in the streets boy | |
| Hold your head young nigga, 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 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, | |
| the World, with crime | |
| My mamma died in 92 so crazy, what the 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 ' 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 | |
| and 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" | |
| 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 masturbate? | |
| 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 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 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, 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' | |
| 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 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 | |
| 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 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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