Listen I'm fed up
How do I tell my people keep their head up
When everyday somebody's getting wet up
They wont let up
Ay man I'm tired of homicides
I hate turning on the news and seeing mama's cry
Man the hoods traumatized
I teach kids everyday who say they're scared to go outside
They won't make it out alive
Too many thugs not enough role models
Too many dropouts not enough Rhodes Scholars
A lot of dried up tears that won't fall no more
A lot of homies in jail that can't call no more
A lot of teen mothers who gotta do it on their own
Their baby daddy won't ready her mama leave her alone
'Cause she working two jobs trying to fix a broken home
I just pray for the hood that's not the way it's supposed to go
But I see the beauty through it all
We just gotta come together we can do it y'all
Big B - Hood Cry (feat. Coffee Black, Michael Millions & Tr3demark) Lyrics
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Listen I'm fed up
How do I tell my people keep their head up
When everyday somebody's getting wet up
They wont let up
Ay man I'm tired of homicides
I hate turning on the news and seeing mama's cry
Man the hoods traumatized
I teach kids everyday who say they're scared to go outside
They won't make it out alive
Too many thugs not enough role models
Too many dropouts not enough Rhodes Scholars
A lot of dried up tears that won't fall no more
A lot of homies in jail that can't call no more
A lot of teen mothers who gotta do it on their own
Their baby daddy won't ready her mama leave her alone
'Cause she working two jobs trying to fix a broken home
I just pray for the hood that's not the way it's supposed to go
But I see the beauty through it all
We just gotta come together we can do it y'all
How do I tell my people keep their head up
When everyday somebody's getting wet up
They wont let up
Ay man I'm tired of homicides
I hate turning on the news and seeing mama's cry
Man the hoods traumatized
I teach kids everyday who say they're scared to go outside
They won't make it out alive
Too many thugs not enough role models
Too many dropouts not enough Rhodes Scholars
A lot of dried up tears that won't fall no more
A lot of homies in jail that can't call no more
A lot of teen mothers who gotta do it on their own
Their baby daddy won't ready her mama leave her alone
'Cause she working two jobs trying to fix a broken home
I just pray for the hood that's not the way it's supposed to go
But I see the beauty through it all
We just gotta come together we can do it y'all
Writer: Brent Butler
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