If someone will come to the stand and say a few words for our hood........... God bless u.....

I love the street life, livin life on tha edge is sweet right?
Thats why everyday i say my Hail Maries till um buried
An most of mah homies buried, but forever their memories carried.
Nuthin coulda prepared me for this triflint life kid...Now i ask...
Is it wrong to pop? God I wish i coulda picked my moms and pops.
And I hate the fact my parents aint role models, they runway acts
One day ill look back, how did i survive in the survival of the fittest
Where if u out of shape your already acquitted to ya grave.....
The Land of The Free , the home of the brave, Yet I see...
Slaves of poverty scared of how they gunna make it day to day.
See the hood will choke ya if ya let it know it hit ya.....
no regets, put on ur poker face and deal life what it gives ya.
Yet I thank u hood to give me the thoughts that i drop.....
And Days of relaxtion without shots gettin popped......
I'm makin, creatin pictures with my words every line...
Steal my own watch first so i can take my time....
Ya see hood,Im a nigga that grew up and made it, raw to this day kid
But I still came back (muah) to kiss u godbye like jada.....
and this is how imma do ya, the only one of my family members
thats left
I still put my hood up and pay my respects