Roc City - Call Me Hood lyrics

[Intro:] If anybody ask you whether you in this game You tell 'em you in it for life. Alright? You play it hard, you play it tight You make sure n***as know you gonna stand by your people [Hook:] It seems like the streets keep calling me I'm just a fiend for my hood Crooked police keep they eyes on me But I won't leave my hood Call me ghetto, call me goon Call me gangster, but I call me hood Call me convict, call me fool Call me trouble, but I call me hood [Verse 1:] Ghetto boy, ghetto boy, wilding since a little boy All I felt was pain, Lord please won't you send me joy God must have heard my prayers, came to me in my dreams It's been over 6 years and my mother's still clean Oh-oh, oh-oh, that's right, I'm living my life I'm in the street, right on my block We chilling all night So call me what you wanna call me I been on 'em corners homie Gun shots, tears drop I done lost a couple homies Victim of a violent hood Product of a dirty slum I ain't going back to jail Already let them judge me once Call me dumb, call me fool Fine, you can call me stupid Cause I come, flying through the hood When I get some new sh** Grinding from crumbs man, I done what I could n***a Look at me I made it out but still I'm just a hood n***a Oh-oh, that's right, I'm feeling like I'm falling see Every now and then I hear it, the streets is calling me [Hook:] It seems like the streets keep calling me I'm just a fiend for my hood Crooked police keep they eyes on me But I won't leave my hood Call me ghetto, call me goon Call me gangster, but I call me hood Call me convict, call me fool Call me trouble, but I call me hood [Verse 2:] Yeah, packed jails, closed schools, over-crowded cla**rooms College girls on stripper poles, feeling like we all doomed Rock sellers, God tell us, why they let the cops k**s us Wouldn't understand unless you're standing on them blocks with us Blood and tears, show no fear, candles for my dead peers Pregnant teens, broken dreams, but I still love it here Yes I said I love it here, take a breath, smell the air Look around, feel the ground, you can sense the danger near New babies, lost fathers, d** inside the household Alcohol, aids, rape, tell me something I don't know Tell me where the hope is at Real you can call me that Never goin far away, the streets is always calling back [Bridge:] Even though I been the struggle, you can lose life in this struggle My whole life was a struggle, that's all that I know And I'm gone better my grind And talk so I have to hustle Money stays on my mind and I won't let it go See this here is survival of the realest And only if you real you will feel it So if you don't live it, don't speak it Make it hard for you to not see it [Hook:] It seems like the streets keep calling me I'm just a fiend for my hood Crooked police keep they eyes on me But I won't leave [?] my hood Call me ghetto, call me goon Call me gangster, but I call me hood Call me convict, call me fool Call me trouble, but I call me hood