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Make it through love
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feat. Young D and Quay-holla. Dope track. Enjoy. 1luv
kjabz aka yung jabz ny native album comin soon
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Real life shit! Music for the true hip-hop fans!
Watz crackin' hip-hop headz. Itz ya boi JaBz. I am so tired of watz goin' on in music today. I look back at wat hip-hop used to be and I look at it now and it fills me with anger. The pioneers of rap had no idea it was gonna be this way. So I feel it's time for the new generation of music to take it back to it's former glory. I am the voice of the slums. Listen up. ALL TRACKS AND BEATS PRODUCED BY DOCTOR STRANGE!
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Positive Vibes
Charts
#4,534 in subgenre Peak #32
Charts
Peak #3,012
Author
Kevin Williams (K-JaBz)
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Kevin Williams (JaBz)
Uploaded
January 04, 2006
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MP3 1.8 MB • 128 kbps • 1:56
Lyrics
From city housin', to the country county's// We all in the struggle together, how astoundin'// No welfare, or health care, to help here// It's hell here, they sell here, for self care// Plus the rent's about a thousand a month// When you makin' minimum wage, that's barely enough// Why u think the poor people in debt?// Don't believe what your read or you see from the press// They don't speak for the street, or the reaper of death// Propanda, use to conquer the famished// My step pops home and the nigga is hammered// He just lost his job, how the fuck we goin' manage?// I say a prayer to the stars, and hope it get answered// R.I.P. Betty Kay, she died from her cancer// It's hard to stay motivated// Can't focus in school, I roll wit' the goons, gotta get my money major// the pain circulatin', I'm one of god's creations// So why do I suffer, ain't god my savior?// For every hood and every ghetto// For every thug and where they settle// For every gutter, every mother// For every hustla, every color// For every teacher, every preacher// For every street, every leader// This goes out to the slums, or wherever from// Hold ya head up high, we goin' make it through love// what up?//
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