The Hood

Born in the hood.
Told to never quit.
Born in the hustle.
I'm sick of this shit.
Ate from the gutter.
Sellin' crack on the corner.
Shit's hotter than a sauna.
One night in a broffel,
the other in the ER.
Bullet wound, concussion.
Police, they be rushin'.
Everybody want a glance.
Everybody pushin'.
Stuck in the projects.
Just me and my knife.
Soon I'll be bigger.
Maybe beatin' my own wife.
My body marked up with tats,
like a subway in Harlem.
I'm up to no good,
who gives a fuck.
I'm just a man from the hood.