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Harsh Realities (167 Reprise)

[Emilio Rojas]
Yeah, I saw a woman get hit on Amsterdam, she tryna to cop her some shit
Right across from the barber shop, a car on top of her head
That Columbian Presbyterian pronouncing her dead
She died the first time that needle ever punctured her skin
Now are we citizens or immigrants? They ain't fill they census in
In the middle of criminals, hoping to get a legitimate business in
No minimum wage, now they be giving them minimum sentences
If they gonna live in a cage, well then they family gonna live better, shit
Now my incentive is to keep my people wealthy
Eating, organic, I keep my people healthy
Leaky, Titanic, them freaky women love me
Young Hispanics in galleries up in Chelsea
Ah, what the fuck you mean I ain't nice?
I'm lightning and striking twice, exciting as any vice ah
I got you begging me for your life
Until your knees looking like the fucking Passion of the Christ ah
Where they be doubling bags half price
Keeping an eye out for the vice or when the D's pass by
Life a crap shoot, we rolling them stacked dice
For bills that are past due, hoes that are stacked nice
'Cause we advocates, we savage, shit, Impalas always passing it
Piojos always staggering 'cause you could get a bag for ten
The high is now even if tomorrow cancerous
Don't worry about the future when all that's holding is jowl or death
We holding shallow breath, all of my people are looking at whips
And chains like if that's success but they can't pass the test
She 16 and showing ass and breasts 'cause mama said fuck a bachelor degree
Go get a bachelorette and start a family, don't start a career, yeah
That's the mentality for daughters up here yeah
The latest block gossip, man, that's all that you hear
Like, “Yo, who fucking who?!” and “Who about to get cheers?”
It's all addictions and convictions and ritual superstitions
Botanicas on the corner with rosaries in the windows
Pastors don't give a shit about Jesus's crucifixion
'Cause they be getting they money from skimming out the collections
Sinners with imperfections, agendas and hid intentions
Bitches is whipping Benzes, we Section 8 on they rented
Kids that ain't know they father, the odds have been stacked against us
That's just the way that we living on 167th