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up
Hold ya up
It's hell in the boy
Hold your head nigga, cause it's hell

I'm sittin' in the courtroom, full of butterflies
Somebody help me, my life is in the Judge eyes
They got me for a Humbug, and that's bullshit
I should've listened to them in the pulpit
Stressin' to me, seemed like I was born by mistake
While the races dominate, got me to the Legislate'
I'm playin' for kicks, and rob reefer, it medicated my mind
Fuck the World, we
My mamma in 92 so crazy, what the fuck to do?
Daddy smokin' hard, and I one day it currupt him to chillin'
I'm at the celin', can't take too many blows
The pain be killin', got the silence up my nose, oh
These people want to hurt me, my momma so fuck 'em
A small timer on the rise, so nothin' I
To my niggas in the county, I might do a bit ya
Boy, in the streets I care with ya my nigga

it's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in
When we cryin' keep a for the cops
Cause ain't no sunshine for or blocks, my nigga

Cause it's
we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my
Lord keep over
I'm lookin' for a way
And I that's all I say

Now I was broke, but I'll be damned if I'm a die that way
Love my momma, deny that face
And as a child, everynight I
For a rap deal, man sometimes, twice I'd say
Lord save me, take me, from here
20 To 9, and I've been sellin' for years
But why we had a house, and keep it?
Why we
Why we get more pink slips than Secret?
Why I gotta
Why my pappi ain't job?
Why I graduate?
Why through school I didn't have a date?
Why I had to
Why Im wearing hand me
Why im in and out of
Why I let my family
Why my died?
Wish it would've me
He ain't rob, he ain't hustle, should've me
man, could you pray for me, faithfully?
When God comes lay him his herbs, him wait for me

It's
Livin' off a thug, money ain't swell
believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we keep an eye for the cops
Cause no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only will tell
When the is over, I'm down on my knees
keep watchin' over
I'm lookin' for a way
And all I gotta say

He just keep layin' his on my momma again
Family ties, is where the drama begins
Tellin' my momma on the floor, bitch this and bitch
Locked in my prayin' to God, let me get back
He's trippin' like outta control
So he had to of smokin' the herb to croke
the wall, she was gaggin' and chokin'
11 Years old, and I don't to be seein' this shit
But in my tape deck, 8ball about beatin' a bitch
It got me confused, but damn, you shouldn't of popped her hard
And when them folks through, her stupid ass be droppin' the charge
her ass like a man, right and left with his fists
And when he to the dome, now she sliced her wrists
I'm hyped and I'm pissed, so I wipe the blood her limb
It's gonna be all right, I was in her bleedin' guilt
She passed out, rolled back, I'm tryin' not to panic
Stepdaddy walked in, saw my momma, then he in a frantic
Blood leakin', it won't stop, him and the rush of the
She almost died, of loss of
I knew my wouldn't leave me
She don't deserve to live in pain, she just wanted to be
Feelin' like a pussy, I help her cuz he ain't even my daddy
She's back at home, and his hands on her again
in the turn of fire, where drama doesn't end
It's
Nobody knows, Lord, my soul's hope
Nobody knows, than Lord, my hope

It's
Livin' off a thug, things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my in jail
When we cryin' keep an eye for the
Cause no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

Cause hell
we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the is over, I'm down on my knees
keep watchin' over
I'm lookin' for a way
I all I gotta say

It's
Livin' off a thug, money things swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in
When we keep an eye for the cops
Cause no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

it's hell
What we go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my
Lord keep over
I'm lookin' for a way
I that's all I say

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