In My Hood - Şevin, Marcel Jackson

Yuh

Look around you man

What do you see?

Yeah

In my hood, C’mon

In my hood we need prayer

But no one cares

(Welcome to this living hell

Where only the Lord can get us well)

In my hood in my hood

Such despair

We need prayer we need prayer

(Welcome to the terror dome

Where sufferin’s all we’ve ever known)

Ay

The youngin’s where I stay’ll

Wake the day up with a ‘kata like it’s nothin to it

Hit ya up

Then get a rush

While you gushin' fluid

Get it soft, whip it raw

Put some cut into it

Ten toes to the tar

Mobbin' in that bucket Buick

Ah

Every nigga in it’s with the business

Slidin' ridin' with a life sentence

Relentless for the scratch

Got a batch counting minutes

Pills crisp crack black

And a couple pounds of spinach

And they lock it down in 'jects

Then serving it to the tenants

Hoodies on the dudes mane

Murderous apprentice

Just might burn ya

Ike Turner he’s a menace

Go ahead and light that burner

Pot churner he’s a chemist

Block so scarred off amphetamines and Guiness

Tryin to floss so hard that he’ll never need a dentist

He failed outta school

But he’s hardly a retard

Street smart, G card

Not a blemish for real

In my hood

In my hood

We need prayer

But no one cares

In my hood

In my hood

Such despair

We need prayer

We need prayer

My rellies married to the hood

No pre-nup

Ain’t nothing on they ring finger

Something chunky on the hip that’ll steam clean ya

Rock N' Roll let the Bruce Springsteen ya

Dream team of the beam and you ain’t seen meaner

Nah my niggas die young or forever ball

Fully convinced of the lie that they will never fall

They settle all

Broad day with the fully thang

So never brawl on Broadway with the bully gang

And smoke get yo face knocked nigga

50 round clip even stray shots hit ya

They washin' niggas over grams of base rock mista

You better not never let them state cops get ya

Federal indictment’s is burying blacks

Between them gang enhancements and terrorist acts

Losing the future got me real sick

Real spit I’m praying the truth he will get

Free lil' Nick!

In my hood

In my hood

We need prayer

But no one cares

In my hood

In my hood

Such despair

We need prayer

We need prayer

They say what’s the use of changing'

Can’t nobody blame them for the way they are

They were born in hell

They just learn to play they part

These pigs ain’t tryin' to help these kids the way they say they are

But it’s time to break the glass and get up out that JAR

Huh

That paper gon' enslave you 'fore it saves you nig

When you locked away that knot you play wit'

Ain’t gon' raise your kids

And it ain’t gon' save your soul

Cuz you can’t buy him out

Ain’t no excuses He’s the truth to what you lyin' bout

God exists

Homie it’s obvious it’s a basic fact

There’s no debate

The nation’s just faithless

So they won’t face the facts

So you walk away from your creator to make your paper stack

But ain’t no guarantee he’ll take you back

Why would you play with that?

It’s so disgusting

How they treat Him though he chose to love ‘em

But he’s no sucker

He will sleep you niggas Robitussin

I don’t want for nothing

I ain’t ballin' and don’t need to be

Greedy too easily can keep you blind from what you need to see

How you desert your kids

And neglect your fam

The way you love no chick

And you respect no man

And you reject the hand that feeds

You trying to feed yourself

You ain’t concerned with pleasing God

You trying to please yourself

You’re a slave to your behavior he can break them chains

Cuz when the grave is where they lay ya

It’s too late for change

They say live for the moment enjoy your prideful pleasure

But when you die you fry forever

RECEIVE CHRIST

In my hood

In my hood

We need prayer

But no one cares

In my hood

In my hood

Such despair

We need prayer

We need prayer