Audio Jones - Harsh Realities (167 Reprise) lyrics

[Emilio Rojas] Yeah, I saw a woman get hit on Amsterdam, she tryna to cop her some sh** 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, sh** 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 f** 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 f**ing Pa**ion of the Christ ah Where they be doubling bags half price Keeping an eye out for the vice or when the D's pa** 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, sh**, Impalas always pa**ing 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 d**h We holding shallow breath, all of my people are looking at whips And chains like if that's success but they can't pa** the test She 16 and showing a** and breasts ‘cause mama said f** 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 f**ing 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 sh** about Jesus's crucifixion ‘Cause they be getting they money from skimming out the collections Sinners with imperfections, agendas and hid intentions b**hes 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