If I Could Teach the Hood

If I could teach the hood to read a book without some slang, it wouldn't kill the fire but it'd surely douse the flame, that burns within the hearts of those who're all about the game, I haven't come to preach but teach us all just how to change. If I could teach the hood to just get up from off its seat, we'd have the strength to knock caucasians right up off their feet, expand our children's minds to places they don't often see, the world is more than graveyards where they lay black coffins deep. If I could take my daughter to the park to have some fun, without the constant worry of these hoodlums sparkin guns, not carin who gets hit cause Heaven knows they have no aim, to bust off indiscriminate these people have no shame. If I could teach the hood that freedom isn't nathan free, a debit card is needed be prepared to pay the fee, the tough ones talk that feces they're the first to talk and flee, the knowledge brings the power so the weak come walk with me. I love the hood and rep it, t'was the hood where I was born, and raised inside the vision of a prison's eye of storm, statistic'lly, realistic'lly as I defy the norm, and guide my hood through night to understand the prize is dawn.