Houston
Houston baby. Thats where I'm from.
Somewhere in the hood.
Somewhere I dont belong.
I know im worth more than what i see outside my door
but these streets stay hungery and the seem to want more.
I mean I do ball so that could be a way out,
but the fear of my failures seems to fill me with doubt.
I love m family and my hood and now ha Im in college it will soon be all good
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