Growing up in the hood
Put into different mood
Who am I to choose???
All I have I lose
Dwelling in your mansion of pride
Not like I mind
I know you're blind
To the truth plague you inside
Hoping a better person comes
Away never to run
For me
To stay and pray
One day I'll leave behind
The scars of living
And never knowing
What they looked like
The possibility might be grim
But even in this dream
My guess is
It'll become real
