RapVerse.com Community - P.R.O.J.E.C.T.S babylon hood remix!!!

Come Follow Me... Through this concrete jungle.
...Feel the poverty burn at your soul...
the gun shots humble..hustlin coke sells
...one man... one word... Spoke trapped in hell...
...Now come follow me... through the land of the heartless...
...walking a path of broken glass... children are targets
...So cold... no soul... Spoke travels on...
regardless how hard it gets.. to the battles won

as early as thirteen i thirst cream my first dream
was get momma out these projects by all means
living off welfare medicaid health care hell yeah
im tired of living like every things well here!
im tired of the robbin sprees,drug addicts and drive buys
im tired of P.erpetrating R.elying O.n J.ust E.nough C.ash T.o S.urvive
the smell of urine in these damn halls ,they piss me off
fuckin drunks leakin puddles by my door..go piss in stalls
look at all the graffiti on the walls,im fold now or later
its crazy, niggas got the nerves to roll weed in notebook paper
and a lil girl just got rape last night,by 2 dudes on the top floor
why they sex her for.. if it aint they wife..my hearts sore
she sombodies daughter ,sombodies sister..could of been
some bodies mother, but they disfigured her members
round here colors will get u killed,gangstas askin who u bang fo
so much gang activity if they could theyd pop at the rainbow
and make skittles,the pain fizzles when i think of shit i been through
and withstood,Its a wonder im still good as i peer through this widow
im starin at despair and distress wrapped up in flesh
coppin hope disguised as coke wrapped in plastic
in the apartment across the way famine and pestilence
grabs at kids being neglected as they stumble across a murder weapon
they run around wit a dagger faster and faster,til they heart pounds
death sits and cheers wishin the one with the knife would fall down
and embrace the blade,
God knows im waitin for the clouds to clear up
and grace to blaze my way
cuz i ached for so long i cant take the pain..
i wonder how will i spend my last day
I feel as lamb led to the slaughter
Jesus paved the way..
will i die peacefully,or will i be a martyr
sprayed by stray bullets that lost they way....Either way

Come Follow Me... Through this concrete jungle.
...Feel the poverty burn at your soul...
the gun shots humble..hustlin coke sells
...one man... one word... Spoke trapped in hell...
...Now come follow me... through the land of the heartless...
...walking a path of broken glass... children are targets
...So cold... no soul... Spoke travels on...
regardless how hard it gets.. to the battle is won