Hip Hop Hates Me

Let me state my case, look at what game did to Mase
Bad boy caught a soufflé all in his face
When he left from the streets to the church from the church's to no the streets no way
I just wanna say it's a certain pain that you feel on the real when you know that you outa your place
Outa yo mind out you time and man you drove outta yo way
I know some people that keep you on steeples and stages
The industry bending them Lies and they saying they want you they need you but oh how they treat you
Keeping you blind while they choke yo supply
Harder breathe so you try to comply
Go with the trends that will keep you on fire
Boy just like biggie they ready to die

Im chained like Django Can't show my halo
Im trying to reach you But feel I ain't able
Been fighting demons angels on my side
For the life of me I don't why
Oh lord Oh Lord Oh Lord
Hip Hop Hates me
Oh Lord Hip Hop Hates me
Come-on hip hop hates me

Feeling like a outcast bombs over Baghdad wanna leave a bad past
PAC asked is there a heaven for a G
He just wanna be free in a soul that will outlast
These streets on the block where the hood be
So tell me where the church and the good be
See maybe they be hiding some of be finding church on tv that's week
Preaching for dollars and some em holla
Boy Boy better pay your tithe
They put on a Curtin and tell you it's working like wiz on fake oz
I pray they repent cause money they spent can't Buy you a real God
Times of the essence sincerities blessing might buy you a little time

Im chained like Django, Can't show my halo
Im trying to reach you But feel I ain't able
Been fighting demons angels on my side
For the life of me I don't why
Oh lord Oh Lord Oh Lord
Hip Hop Hates me
Oh Lord, Hip Hop Hates me
Come-on hip hop hates me



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Writer(s): F'rael
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