Killarmy - Feel It Lyrics
KILLARMY - FEEL IT LYRICS'It's not that I don't love you''You know how much I do'[Islord - over chorus]Yeah, Killa-ArmThis one here's for the people (word up)To families livin in the ghettoBabies, right there witchuPeurto Rico (Japan, Africa)[Chorus]Make ya feel it, on the outsideAnd make ya feel it, on the insideAnd make ya feel it..[Islord]Have you ever seen a grown man cry?Have you ever asked a grown man why?Why do ya feel that way inside?Sometimes I had to swallow my pride and settle for lessLord don't settle for less, you more like the bestTo me, as I pull my head out my skully,and I give praise due to those who mean somethin to meMoms, you incredible, you raised me all by yourselfRegardless of the situation, there was food in the shelfPops, you abandoned me, you left me all aloneIn this cold warzone, I had to fence for my ownMy sister Candie, probably the only one that understands meGirl I love you to death, you never turned your back on meLa-Familia sick, I wish I had the hands to heal you quickAnd rid you of a disease you livin withA young father, I've been blessed with two little girlsYou two jewels more precious than diamonds or pearlsA part of me from a different perspectiveAnd any woman that I'm dealin with is gonna have to respect itOn the outside there's negativityPlease killa cause on the insideMe and my team'll make you feel it[Chorus]Make ya feel it, on the outsideAnd make ya feel it, on the insideAnd make ya feel it, on the outsideAnd make ya feel it, on the insideAnd make ya feel it..[9th Prince - over chorus]Word up,It's like everyday, it's a struggleLike floatin in a bubbleBurnin on the rocks, sticks and stonesAnd all that..Aiyyo, aiyyoMom I'm suspended from schoolBoy I'm tired of your shit, black woman drivin the mothershipOwn the company witcha man, incorporateShe told me I was handsome -- I know I look funny with big lipsBut that's the love she had for her son, the 9th PrinceForever you exist in my circumferenceYou left my brain numbness, at night sometimes I cryWipe the salty tears from my eyes,and feel lies, life's no jobYou caught up in the Beehive,but mom, ever since you been gone ain't nothin changedRza got a new Range, I can't complainThem fake cats, stay in they laneYour grandaughter Angelica, is gettin biggerMore figures I gotta spend on Princess CorinthiaPull LaVoyd pictures, back when fam was ghetto prisonersLet's all hold hands, and sing for the listeners[Chorus]Make ya feel it, on the outsideAnd make ya feel it, on the insideAnd make ya feel it, on the outsideAnd make ya feel it, on the insideAnd make ya feel it..[Dom Pachino - over chorus](It's not that I don't love you)Shit is just that realKnowwha'mean, shit is definately just that real(It's not that I don't love you)Comin up in the ghetto and shitYou know, it's like sometimes ya just,Sometimes, ya'knowIt's like, it's like sometimesSometimes I catch myself sittin back,scratchin the hair off my headThinkin about where I'm at blackTrapped in the worst partI geuss so son, shit is *****ed up thoughThe type of shit a young black man gotta go through,everyday of his life, no matter where we atThey say we sell crackYeah we do son, so what do you expect us to do about itI gotta eat, I ain't tryna starve for governmentI know you lovin it, got us like rats and lampsJust watchin us fade away, and it's sadLike a rainy day, so what the ***** the president gotta say...[Chorus to fade]
