Joell Ortiz - Losses lyrics

(Ortiz) We all took losses, workers to hood bosses 9 to 5ers drug dealers we all worship Hood hoop stars could've went to the League But they whole game went to the weed Little girls trapped in the crib On the strength of they seed Some older n***** Had her bent in the V She was used to the Reeboks But he got, them rims that keep moving When the V stop So when the V stop, she stop, she got right Took flight Now her little daughter need socks And her grandmother need rocks Cause she a victim of these street blocks The hood is a wall And it's not made of sheet rock Its made of project bricks Elevators full of project piss Incinerators is the project's snitch Thats where you find old WIC checks And notices from housing Cause Miss Malcolm ain't paid her rent yet CHORUS I can't go back I've got to stay on track Let go to gain back Baby baby, you can't stop (2x) Verse Two (Mega Ran) Im from a place called Illadel Where real k**ers dwell Dealers sell Keep the hook on lock Like Citadels Imagine a war zone, nobody wants to leave Younger G's stay busting shots At the summer league And shorty 23 no job with 5 kids Inviting all types of men up in her mom's crib We ain't convicts, just trying to survive this My kids might've responded Like Trayvon did Try to explain it to my students Out in phoenix They ain't squeamish cause they seen it And it's not hard to believe it Took losses, when my cousin hit that pipe I spit portraits: I'll never forget that night And cats might think I left town Cause I couldn't make it On the contrary I left because I couldn't take it The murderers and the rapists Corrupt police and their fakeness I pray that you find peace Before the day that you meet your maker (CHORUS 2x) Verse Three (MURS) You know what's crazy And I never took the time to trip? I ain't seen a crackhead Since like '96 My lil homies sling pills to get that shiny sh*t Whether it's Nike kicks or designer whips They sell to White girls wit Botox inside their lips But when it come to red and blue They on that grimy sh*t I know a gang of bloods And all kind of crips That let shots fly like Hawkeye When it's time to trip But not as accurate cause accidents happen A little girl struck by stray bullets In her room napping Some rappers glorify, but only more will die My grandma in Kingdom Hall Looking towards the sky She looking for a why I'm trying to show em how You can come up from these streets And still make it out Right now we need soldiers We don't need bosses We gotta take a stand I'm sick of taking losses