From the heart...

Hood phenomenon, The Lebron of the rhyme

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

Everyday in the hood, I see a struggle

No one knows the struggle, they only see the trouble

The children of Africa are dying of diseases

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

All shit is happening, This rap is tragedy

Picture me inside the misery of poverty

‘bout that money probly like a fucking robbery

Life in the hood ain't just as it seems

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Always love your mother because you'll never get another

I just see through to my roots like im greasing with sulfur

Violence, crime, famine, lack of structure, and poverty

If you don't understand you'll be missing out, what a tragedy