Hood Cry

It’z Mali
My homie asked me why she blackenin her lungs maybe Iss da pain from all da trauma in da slums look at how Dey raised us in the bottom wit no love built wit loose screws but never taught to tighten up now I feel like I’m the one to make good out of dis predicament and win say they want us in that room but they won’t ever let us in Iss gon be me and mine forever I be rockin wit my kin up in this city where these knocked down half of my friends man they labeled us as devilish nah that ain really fair but I can smell it in the air I know my whole city heaven sent talkin to the privilege I’m jus hopin that they gettin it if they can’t help us out then they ain’t relevant speaking to they soul I’m tryna help em see a vision hard to get that point across if Uan been locked in these trenches we lucky if our daddies ain dead or rottin in prison and ya mom ain got da Time
You can’t even pay him no visit when you grow up way to fast and need a plan when mama teach you how to be a man then maybe you’ll understand seen sumn niggas movin ounces pounds and dem grams cuz das all us young niggas evry saw up in at when you sittin in dem. Blechers watchin trapers reach dem bands make a nigga think Iss his turn to get outa dem stands till dem chuckles in you hands and you see what Iss really bout Uan prayin for no bands now you prayin to make it out

We all in da trenches tryna make it out alive dealin wit a lot but neva let it from inside break down all yo problems but don’t let it break yo pride and let em know that Iss okay for you to cry sometimes so my nigga dis my hood cry yea nigga dis my hood cry my city do da most so for dem less make a toast now give em wings and watch da hood fly
Member nights you couldn’t step without a gun on you like watch out because dem niggas will go dumb on you mama cryin tears shed cuz it’s done for you pull it out cock it back and lay dat drum on you I ain hop into it cuz I knew it ain for me luckily I had a choice most didn’t have the luxury thankfully pop came back wit everything that he’s done for me they kicked in the door six years old Dey had a gun on me pastor always selling hope young niggas sellin dope they both givin visions which more addicting I don’t know constant flashbacks I never knew the nights in hell was cold yo shackles tighten when you pop at niggas jus for gettin bold pen had a hold pops bout 9 when they let em go kids is hungry and them jobs ain hittin so you sendin ozs really they tried not to teach us different so we didn’t know notice that everything would be didn’t blow wow man Iss really wild said Iss so much harder when you startin from da ground and den when you down ain nun of yo niggas round thought his homies ride or die but they was jus some clowns they couldn’t hear him so he used the gun to make a sound now he all up in dat court for life he finna be locked down y’all don’t see it tho mama always asked him why he keep a gun cause I can get a lawyer you can’t get another son pop told me keep yo head up through your problems never run I know you had some hard times but there will be more to come so if dem tears droppin let em flow don’t be ashamed life bring scars and you can let em show
We all in da trenches tryna make it out alive dealin wit a lot but neva let it from inside break down all yo problems but don’t let it break yo pride and let em know that Iss okay for you to cry sometimes so my nigga dis my hood cry yea nigga dis my hood cry my city do da most so for dem less make a toast now give em wings and watch da hood fly