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letra de dear hood - jai blizz

jai blizz
“dear hood”

{verse 1}
bullets fly everyday, it’s nothing conspicuous/
but it’s vicious when loved one’s get popped on christmas/
no descriptions, you wouldn’t know how to react/
and living on broadway, you don’t know when they’ll come back/
not only that, dumb cats strive for pettiness/
jealousy attracts to who’s bank’s the heaviest/
i can see how mom’s felt when she chose to move/
plain tired of the bullsh-t and so confused/
then i’m noticing mom’s barely ever at home/
so i’m wit denise’s family more than my own/
and rest in peace robert, it’s a shame that you’re gone’/
the father i never had, if i needed, you had it/
got on me about school and how i needed my -ss kicked/
put my report card on top of your casket/
can’t forget about magic, heard what happened and cried for him/
used to be like “that’s my lil’ n-gga, i’ll die for him”/

{chorus}
dear hood, i miss you but i can’t go back
but i’ll still be around, you gotta respect that
dear hood, we shared good times and hard/
and even though i’m gone, know you’re still in my heart
x2

{verse 2}
i was one of the less fortunate growing up/
getting teased ’cause i ain’t have the nike’s or chucks/
watchin’ the other shorty’s chase the ice cream trucks/
no older siblings so i was always getting beat up/
when i was hungry there wasn’t much that we could eat up/
turn on the kitchen light you see c-ckroach legs/
scared to eat the noodles ’cause of c-ckroach eggs/
all my pants just long enough to cover my legs/
livin’ wit 9 heads, just a couple of beds/
the kid in the school that you’d tease alot/
jean shorts in december so i freeze alot/
the worse haircut and the littlest kid/
and everytime i got a sega fiends broke in the crib/
maybe girls didn’t like i had no game/
maybe bullies didn’t like i had the brains/
whoever came to the crib i would ask for change/
and i bet noone thought that my -ss would change/

{verse 3}
so hungry that my ribs and back touch/
and the cold got my lips bout to crack up/
i wish i could back up and change this life/
a trust fund and a home woulda made this right/
probably not, watchin’ muf-ckas chase the pipe/
and at night crackfiends come and take my bike/
so in elementary the 1st b to the face/
then i started getting high like ko-be from the base/
using old milk crates for our b ball hoops/
getting clowned ’cause i was wearing bugle boy’s wit boots/
no luxury or loot, just a couple of dreams/
where to start? 5 shirts and a couple of jeans/
me and my guys on a scheme ’cause that’s all we knew/
so stealin’ or startin’ fights’ll be all we do/
but ain’t no reason to rue, it made who i am/
i never sweated from my struggles, not a half of a gland

(dear hood)

- jai blizz

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