H.O.O.D.

Yea, goin' out to the H double
 That's for you, you, and you
 They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people
 (Wherever I go) listen
 And they won't change, ever change, can't change, don't change
 (And everyone knows)
 As I travel through various towns and strange places
 I see the same scowls and frowns on the same faces
 The game races and cats try to catch it
 Before they know it they know death on a first name basis
 Whether it's slangin' or banging, drinking or smokin'
 There's bound to be one cat thinkin' of loccin'
 The hood's like a sitcom
 Leave ya bike outside, come back outside, I guarantee your shit gone
 Young cats be sellin' the rock
 Money busting out they sock mama tellin' them stop
 But desperate times call for desperate means
 It all seems so simple when you're just a teen
 Only take one bad apple to poison the good
 This for the girls on the block, the boys in the hood
 And wherever I go it's the same as home
 It's the H double O D the name is known
 They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people
 (Wherever I go) listen
 And they won't change, ever change, can't change, don't change
 (And everyone knows) listen
 They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people
 (Wherever I go) listen
 And they won't change, ever change, can't change, don't change
 (And everyone knows)
 They got wild and rough blocks where it's hard to trust cops
 Get shot on your way to school at the bus stop, damn
 That kid was a fine scholar
 Hear his mama whine and holler he died for nine dollars
 Young mothers trying to learn the ropes
 And them one dollar lotto games turn their hopes
 They keep hoping that they number coming
 They dreamin' about getting rich driving in they hummer dummin'
 Old ladies keep they purse in the front
 Cuz them fiends on the prowl it's the first of the month
 And you still feel good when you there, yup
 And you know you in the hood when you there
 They got one in every spot on the planet
 And if you wasn't raised there you prolly can not stand it
 Some call it the hood I'm calling it home
 And there's love feel it all in my poem what they got?
 H dot O dot O dot D
 Should I turn my back on the hood? No not me
 Whether P.R., D.R., or the West Indies
 Or fifty other spots that are just like these
 Chicago know what I mean, Philly as well
 Shit I hear nowadays sounds silly as hell
 Whether in Miami or in Houston, Texas
 Where some so broke they're not used to breakfast
 Oakland know what I mean, L.A. too
 D.C. feel me, I can tell they do
 When will it change? Never I know
 And I see the same things wherever I go
 They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people
 (Wherever I go) listen
 And they won't change, ever change, can't change, don't change
 (And everyone knows)