Hood Rights
If you cage an animal for 3 days & let it out
would you expect it to be non-hostile
it would most likely try & kill you or be foul
if you enslave a race for over 3 centuries & finally release them would
you expect them to be civilized
much less abide
out of all their loved ones who died
do you expect them not to hate you
these streets are so hostile that you get shot for who you stand by
wonder these streets too long you just may die
the police hate us
wonder why causing such a fuss
acting so outrageous
the people on top try so hard to keep us at the bottom
think about how hard it is to get on top
and we only make it there to lose it all & drop
Now-a-days they’ll shoot us down without being hesitant
They don’t even think of us as intelligent
Patrol our neighbor hoods so often
Might as well have us under regiment
We do whatever we need to do to survive
If not we won’t have a life to live to stay a alive
Get drunk to drown the sorrows & end up drivin’
That drunk the hood will just laugh at it
All these bad things became a habit
And at the end of the day you’ll find a cop tryin’ to come at it
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