Представляем точный текст композиции "Project Love" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Hell Razah & 4th Disciple . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Project Love» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Hell Razah & 4th Disciple передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Hell Razah & 4th Disciple - "Project Love"
Lyrics to Project Love : [Intro: Hell Razah] Pain, struggle, we gotta hold our head up, as a people Youknowhatimsayin, we on a prowl Cant 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 Cant ignore it, cuz the pain bother Different book, but the same author Recognize, we are the same father We just trynna feed our family tree, so our seeds be insanity free Instead of locked up for scramblin kis OGs 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 Whod 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 its 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) Its nothin like the hood... [Hell Razah] Drug shipments, welfare recipients worship Clinton Meanwhile, we got no food in the kitchen Grandmothers turned Christian, try to warn em but he aint listen Now its phone calls from prison, daddy little girl is missing Thirteen when she started kissing, she came in late pops was flippin Mommas boy, sold his cracks, to be employed Not noticin we caught in the trap, to be destroyed Lookin out of cab window, same babies in the carriage, now sell indo Carry an info, the sore losers cant win, so they spread rumors Corrupt cops, either lock or shoot us We love the hood with a ghetto respect, Nat Turner The burner be the mind first amendment, say it, cuz I meant Dont care about those who get offended We rock like Jimi Hendrix, me and my kindred Street corner experts, in jeans and a sweatshirt Team mates kick dirt, for CREAM and a network Your backll get stabbed for that cash money bag You aint a thug, with your chain, gun and doo-rag New car, new lab, powerful weed from just two drags You coughin on oregano, be careful who you follow bro Someone to push your Bentley, but they aint ready though Someone to be an M.C., and on the radio Some sell yayo, its tricks in the ghettio Chick where my cash go' You just like the last hoe Bloomberg fucked up the crack flow, we let gats blow Twisted colors on our capsule, turn projects to castles You ever heard of the black Jews' You seen us on the five oclock news [Chorus [ Project Love Lyrics ]
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