Hood Love

I hate to see the youth
So far from motivated they hate and attack the truth
Take me back to that brick house nothing like a rich house
I'm from the hood so yeah my chest sticks out
Project living forever changed my vision
Brown bags hid the alcohol but not what the drunks said
As a little kid
Knocks on the door had me feeling like we were close to dead
Late night packs whatever happening that's where we at
Brown, light skin to dark black
I would give anything to bring those days back
Street fights brung pain but drama always ended with a laugh
By the time I hit eighteen life reversed all that
But I still want to go back and build hope
Because that's what my heart said
And my mama still lives there so I'm never not near
Hood love, those experiences made me tough