Their once was hood like my hood or your hood and really was it ever all that good?
rich or poor we all seemed at war, what ever for?
was it missing junked out whores, or the drug wars, or confusion brought on by pop culture whores?
while pimps bought beats to speak over for ass
back when the house parties where quite crusty, because all our houses where kinda musty
maybe it was the mold on the brain that was causing us to go insane
Smooth flows spoke on the other side of broken windows
them where the days
we’ve really changed our ways?