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Yo, Im from where, you might not make it to see 25
Get the wrong judge? You might see 25
It hurts here – hard to sleep through nights
Need a gun a good set of eyes just to get through life damn
From where dudes stand around the corners pump rocks
To make it off the street, all depends on your jumpshot word
The drugs, the fiends, the pimps, the hoes
what you call the slums, I call home Im home
The funerals, the tears, little girls with kids
The murals of the friends that we lost through the years we miss you
Kids cant learn cause school is overcrowded
But they got cells for em though they say its overcrowded its crazy
I cant lie, take a look around, its hell here its hell here
But somethin keeps me grounded cause Lord Im still here Im here
The love I feel is hard to explain
I could live anywhere but nothings the same as
My hood everything aint peaches cream in my hood
Even though it aint much its my hood
Take a look what you seen in my hood
Cause I aint gon ever give up on my hood
Maybe Im just too stuck in my hood
Cause I aint gon turn my back on my hood
Come through, I get love from my hood
Cause Im gon always come back to my hood
Where I seen my man die in front of me Curtis!
Seen my pops get high right in front of me
Cops said somebody said I had a gun on me
I guess thats why they keep me while I had the cuffs on me
Around here aint no hope for each other
Cause up the block somebody sold dope to my mother
Please tell me how we posed to recover
When them gunshots touch more people than them songs from Usher yeah
And it dont help seein all my men get burried
We shouldve RIOT when them pigs killed Timothy Stansbury
Everybodys on parole or probation
Or on the run or just caught court cases
Hustlers con artists narc faces
On the same strip chickenheads is car chasin what up?
Deep down, know its a better place to be
But still, I cant seem to get myself to leave
You might just speak with a different slang
But round the world every hood is the same the same
The dice games, the projects, the cars, the corner stores
The barber shops, weed spots, the liquor stores yeah
Niggas bring them bikes out in the summer time haha!
The hood is a bitch but dawg, shes fun at times uh huh
Everybody plays ball or they tryna rhyme
My homie just came home for the hundredth time
At night time mami, get yo kid whoa
Cause when them shells start flyin, dont let em hit yo kid
Petty thieves stick-up kids, drug businesses
Sluts suck any dick they get oh
Young girls with men names tattooed on em
With all this AIDS shit, cant go raw in em
Look dawg, my son is my life, when Im done with my life
The only place that Id rather die is