Hood
The trial and tribulations of being raised in the center of the hood.
Knowing theres hardly any room to make it out.
People that aren't from here think its all bad, but it's not.
They think we all grown up neglected, without fathers, and crack out mothers.
That's just not the case we got the best that could be given with the best love and attention.
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