Growin up in the Hood

growin up in the hood aint close to bein good
thug life education is what were tought by the nation
schools lackin figures of mothers
like little brothers missin elders
churches burnin, everyones hopes hurtin
more fame for rapein than prayin
25 to lifes all im headed for at this price
thougts of findin a wife
got to busy hustlin with a knife
call me a lowlife but shit,
growin up in the hood aint close to bein good
dinner plates starvin for food
forks wishin to cheer up my mouths mood
foodstamps is comin but not soon enough
8 growin mouths to feed
you wonder why we all smoken weed
tryin to plant the seed
prayin genocide wont heed the next generation need
so they can peacfuly succeed cant you hear me plead
we got no meat to eat
let alone grains to quinch our growin pains
cantcha see,
growin up in the hood aint close to bein good
mommas workin a double job plus school
tryin to better herself so we can have food on the shelves
dad aint around cuz he bailed out by himselve
thugs is raisin lil boys
dealin drugs like they toys
got us rockin the corner
till we get shot up and all become mourners
there aint no honor amoung killers
but we steady in the cemetary
diggin ditches not a step closer to the riches
told my moms i aint never gonna cry,
ima boy its somethin i cant do
told me that wasnt a lie
boys dont cry, that somethin a man do
probably woulda know if i had a fater but shit,
growin up in the hood aint close to bein good