It's Hell

(album: From Tha Roota To Tha Toota - 2002)

Stay up
Hold ya head up
It's hell in the streets boy
Hold your head y'all, living cause it's there

[Boondox]
I'm sitting 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 pulpit
Stressing to help me, seemed like I was born by mistake
While the races dominate, got me victim to the Legislate'
I'm playing for kicks, hustle and rob reefer, it medicate-ed
My mind, Fuck the World, we cried
My mamma died in '92 so crazy, what the fuck to do?
Daddy smoking hard, and I know one day it currupt him to chilling
I'm staring at the celing, can't take too many blows
The pain be killing, 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 nothing 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
Living off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we crying 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 watching over
I'm looking 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
"Lord save me, take me, away from here"
22 now, and I've been selling yay' for years
But why we had a house, and couldn't keep it?
Why we evict'?
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

[Chorus]

It's hell
Living off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we crying 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 watching over
I'm looking for a better way
I that's all I gotta say

[Boondox]
He just keep laying his hands on my momma again
Family ties, this is where the drama begins
Telling by momma on the floor, bitch this and bitch that
Locked in my praying to God, "Please let me get back"
He's tripping like he's outta control
So he had to of been smoking the herb to croke
Through the wall, she was gagging and choking
11 years old, and I don't need to be seeing this shit
But in my tape deck, 8ball talking about beating a bitch
It got me confused, but damn, you shouldn't of popped her that hard
And when them folks come through, that stupid ass be dropping the charge
Whipping 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 holding her limb
It's gonna be all right, I whispered in her bleeding ear
She passed out, eyes rolled back, I'm trying not to panic
Stepdaddy walked in, saw my momma, then he went in a frantic
Blood leaking, 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
Feeling like a pussy, I didn't help her when she ain't needing my daddy
She's back at home, and putting his hands on her again
Living 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
Living off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we crying 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 watching over
I'm looking for a better way
I that's all I gotta say