Hell Razah - Contractions lyrics

rate me

Money make the world go round, and round in circles, now

My love is virtue, my guns'll all wanna hurt you, now

People make the world go round, and round in circles, no

My love is virtue, my guns'll all wanna hurt you, now

Any song that I sing you, is only for the real to relate to

My unemployed Section 8 crew, I know it's painful

Mommy gotta do what she do, because the rents due

My sister's gave birth to my first niece and nephews

Cash Rules the ghetto, goodbye for hellos

Project six levels, of black rebels

'88 crack settle, on blood vessel, shit

From dropouts, that was the only rescue

We got rich off the streets, son was buried beneath

Cause the block had stocks and bonds like Wallstreet

Kilos were sold to the highest bidder, now we got suppliers with us

Bringing more dough, so we can higher killers

The only superhero was the coke dealer

You know the diamonds in the watch and the sunroof top

Batcave was the crackspot, got raided alot

Cop stories had shorties, too afraid to be locked

It's time to bring that hood love, back together

We caught it bad from the crack era, had to bury a few

Fill the graves with the evil that men do

Or behind jail bars in a federal pen suit

No V.I.'s or letters, no calls can get through

Feel the pain of the heart of the youth

You wanna go and conquer the truth

Feeling like Bishop in Juice, I'm feeling like Marvin Gaye in his booth

My grandma 77, told me Hell we heading

So she had conversations with Heaven

Granddaddy still love his caddy and how the young girls keep him happy

Even though he married, he nasty

But he fight to keep his family tight, make sure they morgage is paid

There's food, clothes, phones and lights

Up north he got a daughter that's alone at night

She fell in love with modern day New York City life

41, working two jobs, for money to come

Got a daughter, 16, and a son, 21

Try to school 'em how the streets love to swallow the young

Tried to keep him out of beef, but he follow the gun

He got two felonies, and a baby that's one

Ain't nobody gun shots, ain't making him run

On the low, his man hitting his sister, meanwhile

She got a cat that's on Riker's Island, sending him pictures

Tattoes on her back, and she hang with strippers

Get paid, young age, on the stage with liquor

Got a crush for them Escalades, relay with killas

That's why grandma hoping that the lord forgive us