We were all born to do and be someone good
but everything changes when we're breed in the hood.
I used to look up in the moon and pray for this madness to end soon.
I wasn't fortunate to be raised with a silver spoon.
Instead I grew up in the hood.
Boo hoo I shouldn't be crying when I should die trying.
I can never be alone in the hood.
We are all the same equal, but different.
I know everyone that grew up in this kind of environment, we're all related, been through, and lived it.
Impossible to forget what this hood shit has done, when none of us deserved any of this.
Grew up frightened, so scared of dying, and I was only 7,
I used to envy the life style from that one show 7th Heaven.
I used to wish my family would be like them.
Instead I watched my father drink and watched how he gave my mom a fat lip, with a bad limp, beating her like he was her pimp.
My sister never around instead just ran away from all this bullshit,
leaving me to handle every second of it,
why couldn't I have some kind of guardian to watch over me in my time of need,
now I just kick back and smoke some weed.
I don't say my life is worst then others when I know this from my brothers.
The same stories ending up in worries.
The hood is its own disease.
Always wondering to myself why me?
I use my words to release my stress and set my emotions free.
I am an outcast to society, not worth a penny and hated by plenty.
How many fights have I had? Ha too many not as much with others but with myself,
you see I not like everyone else.
I will forever be my worst enemy.
So much negativity all because of the hood,
for I pray death to come soon.
