It`s Hell lyrics

Artist  : Field Mob 
Song : It`s Hell



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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, f**k the World with crime
My mamma died in æ92 so crazy, what the f**k 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
f**k æem
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

(Chorous)

æCause 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
æCause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks (my
nigga)

æCause 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
ôLord save me, take me, away from hereö
20 to 9, and I've been sellin' yay' for years
But why we had a house, and couldn't keep it?
Why we of it?
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

(Chorous)
 

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
æCause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks (my
nigga)

æCause 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, bit*h this and
bit*h that
Locked in my prayin' to God, ôPlease let me get
backö
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 bit*h
It got me confused, but damn, you shouldn't of
popped her that hard
And when them folks come through, that stupid as*
be droppin' the charge
Whippin' her as* 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

(Chorous 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
æCause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks (my
nigga)

æCause 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