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Project Love

アーティスト:4th Disciple & Hell Razah  アルバム:Freedom of Speech 

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(Intro: Hell Razah) Pain, struggle, we gotta hold our head up, as a people Youknowhatimsayin, we on a prowl Can't forget the struggle, son, we all go through G.G.O. (Hell Razah) This for the baby mothers, broken hearted Five seeds in a one bedroom apartment I feel the hunger of my brothers eatin' out the garbage And all my locked up and dead baby fathers, over lady heartaches We play with automatics and revolvers I know chain robbers could of been Vince Carters Can't ignore it, cuz the pain bother Different book, but the same author Recognize, we are the same father We just try'nna feed our family tree, so our seeds be insanity free Instead of locked up for scramblin' ki's OG's comin' home, he had it sowned But the corner payphone, in '89, but he stuck in that zone Little Tasha, eight months, and got a baby by the neighborhood chump Who'd rather smoke blunts, then bring home lunch Young ones bustin' they guns with gemstars under they tongues They got the fathers locked away from the sons (Chorus: Hell Razah) Every time I count money and I think about my dead homies (It be that hood love, that keep me healthy) Every time I read a jail letter, thinkin' it's gon' get better (It be that hood love, that keep me healthy) Every time I hear a seed dyin', more mothers cryin' (It be that hood love, that keep me healthy) It's nothin' like the hood... (Hell Razah) Drug shipments, welfare recipients worship Clinton


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