Child in the Hood

Look
We were
Broke
Straight up
No joke
My momma
Did
Everything
Single black
Female
Down
To do
Anything
Afropick
And skinny jeans
Mocha skin
And a long nose
Pistol
She wasnt really
Gentle
But shit
She had
Four kids
What would
You be like
Feeding
Four kids
Every night
Working three jobs
Just to keep
The lights on
Every night
This is
What i seen
This is
What i lived
Every night
She had to
Do it
On her own
Just to
Make it
All right
Heart
Of a lioness
Forget her
Bark
She got a
Bite
No fear
In her
Fight
Break your
Ass down
Doo doo brown
Cordaroy
East side
Senter road
Southside denim
In the reebok
With the
Two tone
Black
Montecarlo
With the
Teetops
Summer time
Chuck e cheese
Was the spot
Right off
Tully road
At the
One oh One
Hella fun
You know the
One
Still getting
It In
Cause the
Job is never
Done
Feel like
Malcom
Against the wall
With a gun
Peeking through
The blinds
Waiting
On my ride
To come
Big body
Malibu
Yellow
It was hella big
Momma
Was a hustler
From dribble
No bullshitting
Anything
She had
To do
Just for
Us to get it
Without risking
Her integrity
She was
With it
Straight
Go getter
Resourceful
Incredible
The best
Youll ever know
Had to
Spit these bars
To really
Let her know
She is my hero
Back breaking
Hours
To keep us
Together
Forever
In a day
We learned to
Make a way
She never
Let us down
She always
Paved the
Way
Told us
If we
Worked
Hard
We could
Do it
Are way
Even have it
Our way
Without the
Burger king
And any time
We saw it
She
Reminded us
Of what we
Need
A mind
With ambition
And an appetite
To believe
Reach out
And grab it
If you want it
You can
Have it
Write down
Your dreams
And your
Goals
Make
A plan of it
Learn
The pages
In your life
And give
Yourself
A chance
You only
Live once
You better
Do that dance
What goes up
Comes down
Understand
Without action
Theres no
Opportunity
Love is life
Life is love
The passion
Of it
Always did
Something to
Me
From a
Young kid
Running through
The hood hungry
Undertstanding
My mom
Would whoop
That ass
If the cops
Came looking
For me
But she cant fight
My battles for me
Sometimes
Its gets ugly
But after that
Its gone
Be lovely
Trust me
Just reach out
And touch me
A life full of
Sacrifice
From the micro
To the macro
Life
Being all
You can
Without changing
Who you are
Thats right
Micro
To the macro
Life
Being all you can
Without changing
Who you are
Life is always
Gone be
Something
Different strokes
No Phillip
Drummond
In a world
With no fear
I feel it
Comin
But the rumble
From the
White sheets
Wanna see
It burning
No Way
We gone
Put them
Fires out
Before
We see them
Comin
Drowned out
Noise
With a
Spiritual sermon
From a
Child in the
Hood
To an author
With verses
Independent hustle
Everythings
Worth it
Know the name
And the face
Still putting
Work in
Know the name
And the face
Still putting
Work in

From a child in the
Hood
To an author
With verses
From a child
In the hood
To an author
With verses
From a child
In the hood
To an author
With verses