Hood Syndrome

Dawg I'm so tired of living in the hood
Tired of seeing crack fiends tweaking all up and down the block
Crooked ass feds always riding a nigga
Babies having babies
Our brothers getting gunned down
Murdered
Drive-bys on the daily
I mean
Why we gotta live like this

Depictions so realistic
How encrypted is the system
We're the victims
How they pick us
It's a setup
Spark the Buddha
Before they shoot us
How do we maneuver
Through the world
When we're so foolish
Silly me
Thinking I can flourish
Eating from the devil's porridge
All the signs provided I ignored 'em
Blowing forests
Smell the odor
It's that California
But I'm dwelling in Miami
Where the bitches call me papi
And they throat is hella sloppy
I swear no one can top me
Vеrses swole like fighting Rocky
Wordplay is melancholy
The way I slaughter the bodies
Of any nigga that wanna try me
Smith and Wesson
Call it siamese
And I'm about to blow like Kamikaze
With my dime piece
Cuban Mami
Met her at a party
Seen her rocking all Versace
With the red bottoms
Watch her teeter-totter
Between being a primadonna
And somebody's daughter
But best believe
That that pussy
I'm gone slaughter
Before tomorrow
Watch her down her sorrows
In these liquor bottles
Then proceed to swallow
Like her soul is hollow
Why is it that so many people
Just follow (just follow)
Just follow (just follow)

Just follow

I wonder why
Lately, I've been feeling like the blind leading the blind
Lately, Lately
I've been feeling

Blind leading the blind
Blind leading the blind

And I'm trying to get about the hood
Tired of looking over my shoulders
Always lighting woods
Hoping I don't go insane
End up like Cobain
With my brains
Hanging
All over the drain

Another nigga slain
Because of this game
Damn again
Pour out a 40
In his name
Are we supposed to
Gain a thing
When the law
Keeps us all
Restrained
In chains

And then blames
The melanin that stains
Our skin
We need some change
We need to aim
The heat then bang
Like propane tanks
Not even the rain
Can extinguish
My reign
I bring forth
The force
That molds
The source
The core
Of course
I'm cursed
I come in a hearse
And disperse
A toxic verse
That births
The first MC
That opens the door
To your brain and sees
How your soul beats
Let your soul free

Why you think I'm out here growing all these fucking trees
I'm trying to breath
Puffing on the indoor weed
The Hindu leaves
I dogged this beat
The way I do pussy
I'm a darker breed
But in reality
We were always kings and queen
Bloodline of the royalty
Can't you see
I am beast
My rhymes
So smooth

They drip like ooz
I play the rules
Dispose of fools

That's what we do up in the hood
Cuz we living in a zoo



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Writer(s): Jesus Mesa
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