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letra de living hell - mookie

[intro]

(this for all those people out there that’s struggling, just
know, you are not alone. yeah (ha) you are definitely not alone)

[verse 1: musa]
not sure if i should be content
not sure if i’m heaven sent
at most times i feel h-llbound. but h-ll can’t
be worse than this cause i’m in h-ll now
trapped in a living h-ll
surrounded by black on black murder, a city
strickened with poverty is not a world
for this young black brother. not a world
for any black brother. we’re raised in the
gutter, with mostly single mother’s and
slained brothers. trapped in a living h-ll
where brother’s are k!lling brother’s, sister’s
are k!lling sister’s, son’s are k!lling mother’s
father’s are k!lling families, got the f-cking
neighborhood watch acting like a f-cking vigilante
no justice for the young black male. the only
justice is jail. we’re tryna make the best of what
we got. trapped in a living h-ll, where our n-ggas can’t
get out on bail, got little infants dying, pregnant females
found slained, like this sh-t is a f-cking game. so we turn
to these drugs to ease the pain. it’s not our fault, we’re just
lost, lost and trapped, trapped in a living h-ll

[hook]

(ever feel trapped like you’re in a hole and can’t get out
like you’re buried alive, like you’re a caged mouse, like
you’re stuck on a level, like you’re helpless and can’t
get up, you’re not alone, like you’re in a living h-ll, like
there’s no hope for you, again i say, you’re not alone. but
remember this, even in the darkest area, a touch of light
can bring hope)

[verse 2: musa]

all i see around me is our people being k!lled
viewed as a game, but this sh-t is real
a mother should never have to bury her child
this sh-t is wild
we’re either locked in the penitentiary or dead
i can’t get that concept around my head
got our youth not even seeing 22
and the youth is considered a disgrace
most aren’t even looked in the face
but the truth is, we were given this
world, we didn’t make it. we’re just
in the mist of it all, trying our best
not to fall, so we stand tall, and ball
we need to change this living, stop taking
and start giving, stop k!lling and start living
again i say, a mother should never have to bury
her child. let’s show these people we’re not wild
let’s show them we’re heaven sent. stop
the stealing and k!lling, and take care of your
mother, your brother, cause in the end, you need
them, and not others

[hook]

(ever feel trapped like you’re in a hole and can’t get out
like you’re buried alive, like you’re a caged mouse, like
you’re stuck on a level, like you’re helpless and can’t
get up, you’re not alone. ever feel trapped like you’re in a living h-ll, like
there’s no hope for you, again i say, you’re not alone. but
remember this, even in the darkest area, a touch of light
can bring hope)

- mookie

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