Brittian Scott - Dear Hood lyrics

Jai Blizz "Dear Hood" {Verse 1} Bullets fly everyday, it's nothing conspicuous/ But it's vicious when loved one's get popped on Christmas/ No descriptions, you wouldn't know how to react/ And living on Broadway, you don't know when they'll come back/ Not only that, dumb cats strive for pettiness/ Jealousy attracts to who's bank's the heaviest/ I can see how mom's felt when she chose to move/ Plain tired of the bullsh** and so confused/ Then i'm noticing mom's barely ever at home/ So I'm wit Denise's family more than my own/ And rest in peace Robert, it's a shame that you're gone'/ The father I never had, If I needed, you had it/ Got on me about school and how I needed my a** kicked/ Put my report card on top of your casket/ Can't forget about Magic, heard what happened and cried for him/ Used to be like "that's my lil' n***a, i'll die for him"/ {Chorus} Dear Hood, I miss you but I can't go back But i'll still be around, you gotta respect that Dear Hood, we shared good times and hard/ And even though i'm gone, know you're still in my heart X2 {Verse 2} I was one of the less fortunate growing up/ Getting teased 'cause I ain't have the Nike's or Chucks/ Watchin' the other shorty's chase the ice cream trucks/ No older siblings so I was always getting beat up/ When I was hungry there wasn't much that we could eat up/ Turn on the kitchen light you see co*kroach legs/ Scared to eat the noodles 'cause of co*kroach eggs/ All my pants just long enough to cover my legs/ Livin' wit 9 heads, just a couple of beds/ The kid in the school that you'd tease alot/ Jean shorts in December so I freeze alot/ The worse haircut and the littlest kid/ And everytime I got a Sega fiends broke in the crib/ Maybe girls didn't like I had no game/ Maybe bullies didn't like I had the brains/ Whoever came to the crib I would ask for change/ And I bet noone thought that my a** would change/ {Chorus} Dear Hood, I miss you but I can't go back But i'll still be around, you gotta respect that Dear Hood, we shared good times and hard/ And even though i'm gone, know you're still in my heart X2 {Verse 3} So hungry that my ribs and back touch/ And the cold got my lips bout to crack up/ I wish I could back up and change this life/ A trust fund and a home woulda made this right/ Probably not, watchin' muf**as chase the pipe/ And at night crackfiends come and take my bike/ So in elementary the 1st B to the face/ Then I started getting high like Ko-be from the base/ Using old milk crates for our B Ball hoops/ Getting clowned 'cause I was wearing Bugle Boy's wit boots/ No luxury or loot, just a couple of dreams/ Where to start? 5 shirts and a couple of jeans/ Me and my guys on a scheme 'cause that's all we knew/ So stealin' or startin' fights'll be all we do/ But ain't no reason to rue, it made who I am/ I never sweated from my struggles, not a half of a gland (Dear Hood)