Field Mob It`s H*** Lyrics

It`s H*** Lyrics

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 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 medicated my
mind,
Fuck the World, we cried
My 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 blows
The pain
be killin', got the silence up through my nose, oh
These people want to hurt
me, my momma dead so fuck '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"
20 to 9, 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 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?
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' 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 bitch
It got me confused, but damn,
you shouldn't of popped her that hard
And when them folks come through, her
stupid ass be droppin' the charge
Whippin' her ass 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 cuz he ain't even 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

(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