Love my hood

Hook (melodic)

Love my hood, yeah, heart stay on the block,

we prayin' through the rain, keep the flames when it’s dark.

Love my hood, every scar, every shot,

made me who I am — I carry it, never drop.

Verse 1

Concrete cradle, mama raised me on the stoop,

old heads on the corner passed the wisdom and the soup.

Seen brothers turn to ghosts under the sodium lights,

we light candles in the coupe, put names up in the night.

Pavement talkin’, lessons written in the cracks,

you either learn to swim or you sink with all your acts.

Got my hoodie zipped, heartbeat sync with the train,

every loss a heavy verse, every win a smaller pain.

Hook (melodic)

Love my hood, yeah, heart stay on the block,

we prayin' through the rain, keep the flames when it’s dark.

Love my hood, every scar, every shot,

made me who I am — I carry it, never drop.

Verse 2

They told me leave, they told me change, but I stayed true,

built my name from alleyways, from the things we been through.

Short nights, long fights, mama taught me count my bread,

but the real riches in them bonds — the words left unsaid.

We hustle for the kids, so they don’t repeat the past,

teach ’em how to hustle clean, teach ’em how to make it last.

Block pride in my chest, in my veins that same blood,

if you touch one of mine, you gon’ feel the neighborhood thud.

Bridge (sung, raw)

And I cry sometimes, when the sirens sing my pain,

callin' out the names, in the storms and in the rain.

But I hold my people close, keep the faith in the mud,

plant roses in the cracks — ’cause I love my hood.

Hook (bigger)

Love my hood, yeah, heart stay on the block,

we prayin' through the rain, keep the flames when it’s dark.

Love my hood, every scar, every shot,

made me who I am — I carry it, never drop.

Verse 3 (confessional)

Money change the view but can’t change the streets,

I take the checks but still walk with worn-out sneaks.

Seen smiles bought cheap, loyalty sold for a dub,

but the real ones hold it down when the world don’t show love.

I send help to the mothers, put a coat on the kids,

teach a little hope, stitch the holes with what I did.

This love ain’t romantic — it’s survival, it’s blood,

I rep the block in my soul, till the last ember’s snuffed.

Outro (soft)

So when the city hums and the pavement speaks my name,

I tip my hat to the block — nothing’s really changed.

Still love my hood, through the tears and the good,

I’m a product of the struggle, forever loving my hood.

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