Project love

[Hell Razah]
This for the baby mothers, broken hearted
Five seeds in a one bedroom apartment
I feel the hunger of my brothers eatin' out the garbage
And all my locked up and dead baby fathers, over lady heartaches
We play with automatics and revolvers
I know chain robbers could of been Vince Carters
Can't ignore it, cuz the pain bother
Different book, but the same author
Recognize, we are the same father
We just try'nna feed our family tree, so our seeds be insanity free
Instead of locked up for scramblin' ki's
OG's comin' home, he had it sowned
But the corner payphone, in '89, but he stuck in that zone
Little Tasha, eight months, and got a baby by the neighborhood chump
Who'd rather smoke blunts, then bring home lunch
Young ones bustin' they guns with gemstars under they tongues
They got the fathers locked away from the sons

[Chorus: Hell Razah]
Every time I count money and I think about my dead homies
(It be that hood love, that keep me healthy)
Every time I read a jail letter, thinkin' it's gon' get better
(It be that hood love, that keep me healthy)
Every time I hear a seed dyin', more mothers cryin'
(It be that hood love, that keep me healthy)
It's nothin' like the hood...