Hell Razah - Kids In The Street lyrics

Illuminati wanna k** 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... 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 sh** 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 pa**ed 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 Bullets ricochet and blew through him off a stray A few hours from his birthday sh** 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 pa** 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