Feel It

It's not that I don't love you
 You know how much I do
 Yeah, Killa-Arm
 This one here's for the people (word up)
 To families livin' in the ghetto
 Babies, right there witchu
 Puerto Rico (Japan, Africa)
 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 less
 Lord don't settle for less, you more like the best
 To me, as I pull my head out my skully
 And I give praise due to those who mean somethin' to me
 Moms, you incredible, you raised me all by yourself
 Regardless of the situation, there was food in the shelf
 Pops, you abandoned me, you left me all alone
 In this cold warzone, I had to fence for my own
 My sister Candie, probably the only one that understands me
 Girl I love you to death, you never turned your back on me
 La-Familia sick, I wish I had the hands to heal you quick
 And rid you of a disease you livin' with
 A young father, I've been blessed with two little girls
 You two jewels more precious than diamonds or pearls
 A part of me from a different perspective
 And any woman that I'm dealin with is gonna have to respect it
 On the outside there's negativity
 Please killa 'cause on the inside
 Me and my team'll make you feel it
 Word up (Make ya feel it, on the outside)
 It's like everyday, it's a struggle (And make ya feel it, on the inside)
 Like floatin' in a bubble (And make ya feel it, on the outside)
 Burnin on the rocks, sticks and stones (And make ya feel it, on the inside)
 And all that (And make ya feel it)
 Aiyyo, aiyyo
 Mom I'm suspended from school
 Boy I'm tired of your shit, black woman drivin' the mothership
 Own the company witcha man, incorporate
 She told me I was handsome
 I know I look funny with big lips
 But that's the love she had for her son, the ninth Prince
 Forever you exist in my circumference
 You left my brain numbness, at night sometimes I cry
 Wipe the salty tears from my eyes
 And feel lies, life's no job
 You caught up in the Beehive
 But mom, ever since you been gone ain't nothin' changed
 Rza got a new Range, I can't complain
 Them fake cats, stay in they lane
 Your grandaughter Angelica, is gettin' bigger
 More figures I gotta spend on Princess Corinthia
 Pull LaVoyd pictures, back when fam was ghetto prisoners
 Let's all hold hands, and sing for the listeners
 Shit is just that real (It's not that I don't love you) (Make ya feel it, on the outside)
 Know wha'mean, shit is definately just that real (It's not that I don't love you) (And make ya feel it, on the inside)
 Comin' up in the ghetto and shit (And make ya feel it, on the outside)
 You know, it's like sometimes ya just (And make ya feel it, on the inside)
 Sometimes, ya know (And make ya feel it)
 It's like, it's like sometimes
 Sometimes I catch myself sittin' back
 Scratchin' the hair off my head
 Thinkin' about where I'm at black
 Trapped in the worst part
 I guess so son, shit is fucked up though
 The type of shit a young black man gotta go through
 Everyday of his life, no matter where we at
 They say we sell crack
 Yeah we do son, so what do you expect us to do about it
 I gotta eat, I ain't tryna starve for government
 I know you lovin' it, got us like rats and lamps
 Just watchin' us fade away, and it's sad
 Like a rainy day, so what the fuck the president gotta say
 Make ya feel it, on the inside
 And make ya feel it, on the outside
 And make ya feel it, on the inside
 Make ya feel it, on the outside
 And make ya feel it, on the inside
 And make ya feel it, on the outside
 And make ya feel it, on the inside
 And make you fee it