My Hood

by chimezie wiliams

The hood ain't nice
Brother always fight
just waiting for the day when we can chill a night
but you know the ghetto just like i do
people acting hard around there crews
but when they go home they're all alone
until they wake up holding their chrome
know he protects his hood like a king on a throne

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