Child In The Hood Lyrics

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