Kids In The Street

Hell Razah

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    Illuminati wanna kill her
    Single mothers looking for her
    So this is written for the little...
    Grown man is even scared off...
    School is empty cause is plenty...

    [Hell Razah:]
    I know shorty you feel alone like Macaulay Culkin
    That you won't make it to see forty before you see a coffin
    But don't rush to sell your soul for that fame and fortune
    If it ain't no bigger portrait then it ain't important
    They try to tell you, you an orphan till you metamorphosis
    He rolled up, lit a blunt then he started coughing
    He said "Raz', what about the chicks and all the cautions? "
    I look up the rich quarters and these Ricky Ross'
    I grew up in broken homes, had to see divorces
    I was born to Marvin Gaye and Diana Ross shit
    Seen my pops flush his ki's in the toilet
    And all he wanted for his family was a better fortune
    He took a toke then he passed me the L
    I'm like Howard in hell, it's Harvard and Yale
    We dying in jail
    College funds now turning to bail
    That's the coffin and nail
    We walk around without no knowledge and cells
    There's gunfire in the schoolyard, 12 years old
    Ain't got no plan that's designed when you design their clothes
    Get the knowledge shorty, Wallaby free
    You seem smarter then me, see I can see you as the next Spike Lee
    He blew the ashes off his white T

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    [crowds gathering and gun fire scene]

    [Hell Razah:]
    Bullets ricochet and blew through him off a stray
    A few hours from his birthday
    Shit got in his way
    As he lay there, holding the shop, begin to pray
    Kept coughing up blood, couldn't hear what he say
    All the high pitch screaming, more pressure, he kept bleeding
    Check his heart beating pulse, make sure he's still breathing
    (C'mon Lord) Please walk me through the rest of this evening
    (Ayo pass me a phone) (Here!)
    Somebody call 911, he said take my gun
    If I die would you raise my son?
    I said homie look me dead in my eye
    I'm right here, by your bedside to make sure they keep you alive
    I heard the echo's of his motherly cries
    We had brotherly ties, so when they shot him I felt it inside me
    With holes in his right lungs, you gon' survive, three

    [More crowds echo]
    [Hospital scene]

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