The Hood In Me
The hood in me is too much to see
but its all a matter of reality.
You either get down or lay down, or just be a nobody,
Yeah that's how the hood seems to be.
The hood ain't got love its all smiles and cries,
the hood will give up on you and let you die without saying goodbye.
The hood in me wont let me be free.
Instead it gets me locked up in a place far away.
Now I'm sitting here looking stupid cause i ain't in the hood today.
Thinking about when I'm gone go home to smoke my next blunt, or
Prayin and hopin that I can get a chance to run,
back to the hood just one more time,
to tell all my hood fam' that I love em' and goodbye!
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