The Hood
So I'm driving thru my new hood
tryin to find what the landlord said was so good
but so far its all despair
choosin my colors carefully cuz I don't dare
wear the wrong ones
looking for all the supposed fun
there's Tryone- homeless who you don't wanna call
cuz he uses my stairwell as a bathroom stall
there's Kaye on the corner flowers isn't all she's sellin
there's Linda on the other beggin everyone for some chicken
schools where kids have to wear uniforms
lost college kids lookin for a way back to their dorms
its dirty, trashy buildings that graffiti has ravished
in Los Angeles but everything's in spanish
Sundays the only day its quiet and I can hang on my porch
and thats only for a few hours while the hood's at church...
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