Verse 1:
My Blessings out to Judy, two of her sons died
So I thank the lord that I see the sun rise
Judy don't cry, the pain is hard to hide
I know it's rough mama, but keep hope alive
Pray for better days, to see them better days
I know the world is ugly, like FlavorFlav
But i've seen better, it'll get better
Do don't even sweat it, like a thick sweater
And tell my n***a Juvvy Rick to keep his head high
I know it's hard to see two of your bros die
Just heard shots by the dust town, and turn around and see your brother jump outta Fresh towns
Before he f**ed the world, cause it's a cold b**h
With no panties on, and some wet lips
And she licked her lips and stared at me
And then the music and the lord saved me
Chorus:
You can try to take the boy out [of] the hood, but you can't take the hood out [of] the boy
It won't change, won't change
You can try to take him out the hood but it won't change, won't change ohhh
Verse 2:
Dayumm, ain't sh** changed since I was little
My pops doing the same thing and I wish he wouldn't
My grandmother died way back in '97
But she stayed over my head and kept blessing
My brother in the pen, I can not stop stressing
85 to life, damn I think he got the message
Ay, but I keep your name floating on
TC48 hundred and you know it's on
I got a lot of n***as hating on me
Cause they say a n***a eating while they staying hungry
I've been on the block forever, n***a I ain't phony
b**h I do this sh** for real, you can ask my homies
Ha, blue chucks and my blue strings
Blue dickies, selling crack b**h I gang bang
And like 2Pac I don't see a damn change
That's why I pity Jay Kwon, that's a damn shame
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Verse 3:
Ugh, living life as a street n***a
Ever since I start like a beginner
Hungry nights when we couldn't even eat dinner
Life's a b**h so I f** her, yea deep in her
Then they try to take the street side of me
n***a hit licks and cashed out like a lottery
Woke up one morning at gunpoint
How would you feel if the police were up in your joint
Took my pops away for about 3 years
Every night a n***a cry more than 3 tears
I was good though, n***a start gang banging
Must have loved you every day till I started maintaining
Cla**es got ditched and homies got k**ed
Hurt is the perfect word a n***a felt
Then my n***a ace pops died and ever since then
We've been smoking like Popeyes
Chorus