[Intro Hell Razah] Nah nah son You aint really gotta go out there and kill them man Give me the gun, lemme talk to you for a minute Gimme the gun, sit down, lemme talk to you [Hell Razah] I see your destiny revealed looking through my windshield A little child running wild since Curtis Mayfield A lot of homies got killed over bagging up crills Moms stressed out for real when she adding the bills I get chills from the pain every time that I kneel Now my head is saying prayer for the rest of Israel Ever since crack came leaving the projects lame Cause we never did invest in no money we made Its just a dead end street, one way to the grave You see the funeral arrangements unlocking the cage Some will join FBI start dropping them names We was hustling for who when they copped their caine CIA traced Escobar, they wired his plane They tapped the phone calls of Malcolm so the 70s changed We became drugs and guns with God Body names Tag graffiti on the walls of trains, then form into gangs [Hook Hell Razah] Now we got old gold wishes and project dreams Coke in our genes for all the neighbours who done turned into fiends Some controlled like puppets on strings but who cares When you cant get a dollar from none of your peers Sit on the stairs with our weed and beers with ideas How to make it out the ghettoes and rise to millionaires [Interlude Hell Razah] KnowhatImsayin, God? How long your crew been known? Theres real craziness in society They tryin to steal man [Hell Razah] Im a street G but still son I write it deeply When I zone like Phillis Wheatley, thats how you greet me Dead poets give me the motive, if they dont promote it Stay devoted, stay focused til theres plagues and locusts Cause you cant buy your soul back from Lucifers office Tell Bush we about to make the hood shoot at his office His tradition in Skull and Bones sleeping in coffins Like Gogathan they wanna see me on crosses German Pope sold canned abortions I slow it down, shit I break it in portions You heard right, I aint speaking in Martian Im hood but Im conscious, todays thats nonsense I do this for the slaves and the brains they washing Who trained with the marksmen who slept on the park bench Who hunt men coming out their apartments Cause too much money got him thinking he Clark Kent Get treated like you dark skin as soon as you as its all spent Got patriotic hoes and Americas yard pimps [Interlude Hell Razah] Yo yo I dealt with that crush man I just do whatever I do about buildin in the street [Hook] [Outro Hell Razah] Yo 7th pass me that forty man Yo man shit is crazy man But that shit is whats sellin to the youths man They buildin off that shit man Cuz you know people do it without no health care Its like.. youknowwhatImean? When you look at it man, theres not enough homes Like we gon have homeless people And the bastards there buildin with billions and billions of dollars That practically print up the money, you know? Thats why they rule the real estate property...
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