Chief Kamachi - Holy Rollers lyrics

Yeah, kno'I'mean, this that Philly fiend music Kno'I'mean, the sound of the dope heatin' on that spoon Hmmm, you feel that right, I know you feel that right Holy Rollers How I fell in hell in the cell wit the world on my shoulders Holy Rollers Tryna twist them L's see the spell different cast on my soldiers This for my broke brothers that's leakin' The have-nots and the heathens Who work hard and hustle just to spend it all on the weekend We – live without reason Numb our brain with liquor and cheeba Get tore down, hollerin' for God to help us Everything we take is truth, a misguided message The hood, better grimey, jealous, aggressive and desperate And we exit in enormous numbers Stressed out and restless City infested, Avenues infected And the struggle to success? Only accumulate the herb and depression Now how in the hell we supposed to get it together? We go from no diplomas to obituaries Seminaries and cemeteries, all we know is stress and worry Nosy neighbors, hoodlums and haters We reach for the sky Steady wonder why ain't no angels comin' out of heaven to help us out We know the situation full of doubt, so look at us now Holy Rollers How I fell in hell in the cell wit the world on my shoulders Holy Rollers Tryna twist them L's see the spell different cast on my soldiers Yo, I'm like, what? God ain't got no love for the kid Home from a bid, livin' on skid, clutchin' a rib Little scruff, barely enough to puff production at crib Small hands of a crack baby touchin' his bib From a heartless dark place where the evil is hid Slidin' board of addiction where my people done slid Only thing in life that really seems equal is dead Don't need a shrink to take a peek and see through his head Just study this hood culture where the future is lead And understand how a young child could shoot you for bread His whole like "Stop Snitchin'" "f** the blue and the red" Runnin' the spot, gun co*ked, give two to the dred Only shook when the lookouts holla "The Feds!" Then you dash, quickly stash or swallow the meds Upstate, pacin', stressin', walkin' the edge Second tier, come in here, get tossed from the ledge I'm a crazy celly, like a war crazed Isreali I try harder but it seem like these days will fail me See I'm a psycho, in an asylum I might go Or I'll be at the door of the Lord with a rifle Cuz I want more than James, Junior, and Michael Or I'ma keep studyin' this criminal bible Psalm one, Palm gun Ain't no fears in kings, so be prepared for the long run Holy Rollers How I fell in hell in the cell wit the world on my shoulders Holy Rollers Tryna twist them L's see the spell different cast on my soldiers Yeah, c'mon, kno'm'sayin', aint' nuttin' changed, kno'm'sayin' Still out here tryna take dirt and change it to a magic glitter, kno'm'sayin' Yeah, Holy Rollers, c'mon, Philadelphia