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
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