The hood is where young boys choose to follow figures that had no father figure

A place where whites place us niggers

It's the place where niggas aren’t afraid to pull back their triggers

This the ghetto, where young boys slang dope on corners every night Just to make enough money to keep on all the lights

I tell ya, man this life an'it right

Cause where we from niggas just put a picture of their homies faces on the back of their shirts 

And those who miss the most, we  might scribble writings on the wall of those who died for some stupid cause,

But that soon gets washed away,I mean what ever happened to creating a legacy?

Cause what I see on television is white boys being honored and being put into some hall of fame

But this place where we're from,

We throw shame on a nigga,

We laugh when we see the pain of a nigga

And most of us don't even make it out of the hood alive

Cause most of the niggas I know died over some dumb shit

I'm sick and tired of this slum shit

Yo Ice, what ever happened to that "We shall overcome" shit

Young brothers know yo history

Cause what I'm spitting here this ain't no dumb shit

They  keeping us in the hood or locked up in a cell

Tore down the projects and destroyed all of our products, so black brothers are forced to sell

They took our neighborhood basketball courts where little black boys live in the moment of Michael Jordan

With the number twenty three written on their basketball jerseys and shorts

They've taken away our productivity from our communities and parks

And they got the audacity to cut the funding for the facilities that keep us "niggas"off the streets from selling dope,

And then tore down the buildings that gave young brothers hope,

So that they can dream and escape from the this place called the hood

Imagine if niggas put down their knives and guns

And picked up their daughters and sons

And put a little love right there where there is none

Imagine if niggas stopped robbing and started problem solving some of the problems our nation face

Imagine if niggas had a chance to learn chemistry before their friends taught them how to flip six and whip bricks

Don't be acting like you like us cause we can read right through your scripted scripts

Imagine if Michael Brown had still been living after the shooting

They hear us, they just don't listen

Then they wonder why their looting

Forget who's losing or winning

We all can cross the finish line together

Just imagine if you made a change

Think about what all you would you be remembered for

Just imagine ,that place call the hood could actually be some good.