did what I could

in my hood i can remember people would gather in the streets meets up gets into what needed to be addressed stressed im eight years old and my chest felt like it was bout to explode reload pick up the pace now im thirteen feeling like im made a parade of one allowed i stray yeah maybe a little here and there fastforward to 15 and i had absoluty no fear of anyone or anything to me money was the main goal so i could slip an envelope or two under the door was an array of problems to say none the least a feast for the beast and atleast i did what i could in my hood atleast at that time and i would go back to do it again the same way always knew neihbors would play wit callin police so atleast i did what i could in my hood next thing i knew now 17 but believe the streets ell take everything it gives as long as it lives in my hood yeah people knew they could make a few bucks stayin stucks and most never knew they were doomed from the gate i know many others can relate if they lived in a place like my hood had to hustle every day still dont even really know y never even knew i could look in the sky maybe pray that i wasnt in my hood things ended tho hella good when i finally moved out my hood