In the hood, where the streets are alive, Every corner tells a tale, every soul's got a vibe. From the crack of dawn till the darkest night, Survival's the game, gotta hustle, gotta fight. Raised on concrete, dreams painted on walls, Some make it big, others take the falls. Banging beats and sirens, the symphony of the block, Where every step you take, you feel the clock tick-tock. In the hood, where struggles run deep, Hope is the currency, dreams we keep. From the stoops to the alleys, where stories unfold, Legends are born, tales of silver and gold. But through the struggles and the strife, We rise together, stronger in this life. In the hood, we find our strength and our pride, United we stand, side by side.