Hood Life

Growing up in the hood all you know is to shoot.
You pray everyday cause you don't know if you will live another day.
You lose someone you love almost everyday, either they dead or leave you.
You adapted to the way you was raised in the hood so you just follow the rules.
Always watch your back even family will do some to you.

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