*I write my shit down so da memories won't get erased/ I take it back 2 da ol' school and pop in a tape*

V1
Sittin here wit dis pen writin a couple of thoughts down
shifted my weight on da street so its time 2 close shop now
keep it lock down... just another day in da hood
even got lil kids out here pushin da wood
when dey kno dey should, be holdin a book in dey hand
guess u gotta hustle any way dat u can
we stand, all together and unite we fall
I ain't forgot about da hood so I'm givin my all
my all (pause)...was always played on a tape
cuz we didn't have CDs back in da day

*Give back 2 ya hood if you ain't lost ya way/ Tkae it back 2 hood and pop in a tape*

V2
I ain't mad at da hood cuz da sheets is yearnin
welcome 2 hell where ur left 2 eternally burn in
still learnin, 2 manifest 2 be da best
there is no stress, cuz no body can scare me
the terminology in da streets is only temporary
momentrary, my rhymes are just 2 revolting
my crew 2 important so dey call us imposing
and 2 yall faggot ass bitches we find yall amusing
we usin, every skill 2 complete our tracks
my people ride or die dey always have my back

*I write my shit down so da memories won't get erased/ I take it back 2 da ol' school and pop in a tape*

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My angel

"My heart my soul...my love my blood"