Lyrics Feel It - Killarmy

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