In My Hood

Yuh
Look around you man
What do you see?

Yeah
In my hood, C’mon
In my hood we need prayer
But no one cares

(Welcome to this living hell
Where only the Lord can get us well)

In my hood in my hood
Such despair
We need prayer we need prayer

(Welcome to the terror dome
Where sufferin's all we've ever known)

[Verse 1: Sevin]
Ay
The youngin’s where I stay’ll
Wake the day up with a ‘kata like it’s nothin to it
Hit ya up
Then get a rush
While you gushin’ fluid
Get it soft, whip it raw
Put some cut into it
Ten toes to the tar
Mobbin’ in that bucket Buick
Ah
Every nigga in it’s with the business
Slidin’ ridin’ with a life sentence
Relentless for the scratch
Got a batch counting minutes
Pills crisp crack black
And a couple pounds of spinach
And they lock it down in 'jects
Then serving it to the tenants
Hoodies on the dudes mane
Murderous apprentice
Just might burn ya
Ike Turner he’s a menace
Go ahead and light that burner
Pot churner he’s a chemist
Block so scarred off amphetamines and Guiness
Tryin to floss so hard that he’ll never need a dentist
He failed outta school
But he’s hardly a retard
Street smart, G card
Not a blemish for real

[Chorus: Marcel Jackson]
In my hood
In my hood
We need prayer
But no one cares
In my hood
In my hood
Such despair
We need prayer
We need prayer

[Verse 2: Sevin]
My rellies married to the hood
No pre-nup
Ain’t nothing on they ring finger
Something chunky on the hip that’ll steam clean ya
Rock N’ Roll let the Bruce Springsteen ya
Dream team of the beam and you ain’t seen meaner
Nah my niggas die young or forever ball
Fully convinced of the lie that they will never fall
They settle all
Broad day with the fully thang
So never brawl on Broadway with the bully gang
And smoke get yo face knocked nigga
50 round clip even stray shots hit ya
They washin' niggas over grams of base rock mista
You better not never let them state cops get ya
Federal indictment’s is burying blacks
Between them gang enhancements and terrorist acts
Losing the future got me real sick
Real spit I’m praying the truth he will get
Free lil’ Nick!

[Chorus: Marcel Jackson]
In my hood
In my hood
We need prayer
But no one cares
In my hood
In my hood
Such despair
We need prayer
We need prayer

[Verse 3: Sevin]
They say what’s the use of changing’
Can’t nobody blame them for the way they are
They were born in hell
They just learn to play they part
These pigs ain’t tryin' to help these kids the way they say they are
But it’s time to break the glass and get up out that JAR
Huh
That paper gon’ enslave you 'fore it saves you nig
When you locked away that knot you play wit’
Ain’t gon’ raise your kids
And it ain’t gon’ save your soul
Cuz you can’t buy him out
Ain’t no excuses He’s the truth to what you lyin’ bout
God exists
Homie it’s obvious it’s a basic fact
There’s no debate
The nation’s just faithless
So they won’t face the facts
So you walk away from your creator to make your paper stack
But ain’t no guarantee he’ll take you back
Why would you play with that?
It’s so disgusting
How they treat Him though he chose to love ‘em
But he’s no sucker
He will sleep you niggas Robitussin
I don’t want for nothing
I ain’t ballin’ and don’t need to be
Greedy too easily can keep you blind from what you need to see
How you desert your kids
And neglect your fam
The way you love no chick
And you respect no man
And you reject the hand that feeds
You trying to feed yourself
You ain’t concerned with pleasing God
You trying to please yourself
You’re a slave to your behavior he can break them chains
Cuz when the grave is where they lay ya
It’s too late for change
They say live for the moment enjoy your prideful pleasure
But when you die you fry forever
RECEIVE CHRIST

[Chorus: Marcel Jackson]
In my hood
In my hood
We need prayer
But no one cares
In my hood
In my hood
Such despair
We need prayer
We need prayer