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I Love The Hood

Posted by pinda on March 5, 2011 - 12:28

Bulletwounds and tattoos is how I show my pain
I'm gone so much, my little girl doesn't know my name
My palms covered in residue from weed and cocaine
Shit doesn't change, everything's fucking insane
The neighbours complain about the traffic at my house
Police come running in saying "put your hands out"
Little kids scream, when they see me pull up on the drive
Asking me how a young ambitious G in the hood still alive
Just looking into my eyes will turn you to stone
Got you wondering how you'll survive all alone
My lips black from the blunt of the sour diesel
Amsterdam got me thinking marijuana is legal
Never walk outside without a Desert Eagle
I'm so illegal, that's why I love the hood and the people
Love the feeling of blow injected through a needle
Getting high off the fumes like J-Chan and Steven Seagal
Wherever I ride, I keep a glock on my waist
Stop off at the nearest Cluckin' Bell to cure my taste
And when I get home my wife injecting in her eye
'Cause every vein in her body collapsed to get her high
My daughter might be sleeping upstairs but I don't give a fuck
I just want to get onto the streets and make quick buck
Phone profit isn't luscious, need to go outside and sell
A nights work would be enough for a return ticket to hell
My merchandise mostly rat poison but can't sell it for cheap
If a deal goes wrong I got a Beretta 92 under my seat
Once I'm done for the night I drive back home
Wouldn't change my life, even if I could
My life is my genetics, I'm in love with the hood

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Comments

pinda | March 5, 2011 - 12:30

Thought I'd mix a rap with some irony that a drug dealer actually 'loves' the hood.

Silver Spun Sand | March 5, 2011 - 12:46

A 'strong' write indeed, Pinda. Your choice of rap as the structure to this poem, adds weight and emphasis, and you construct it well.

Tina

pinda | March 5, 2011 - 12:55

Thank you for reading Tina, I appreciate your feedback on the way I structured this :)

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Pinda

Highhat | March 5, 2011 - 13:27

yet another great rap Pinda. I am wondering - is it really like this, do you think, because it sure is harsh? You seem to be able to catch it well with your rap. Reminded me of a guy I used to know who went down to Huntsville for trafficking coke. He was in for 18 years when I visited him. I'm glad you got out of it.
ATB
;)Pia

pinda | March 5, 2011 - 14:04

Growing up in the 70's around a bloodthirsty neighbourhood used to be a reality for me. I didn't have a father figure and my mum died when I was only 12 years old. My uncle's looked after me, but they themselves were drug dealers. I despised drug use and impetuous dealers who only looked out for me because of who my uncle's were. Eventually it got to the point were the harsh environment was molding me into a person who I'd always hated. I started drugs dealing and doing other stuff however, luckily got out of it through rap. Some of the stuff I saw, like what addicts would do to get drugs was terrible. I recall a male heroin user actually performing oral on a dealer just to get a $10 bag, a week later the addict and dealer were found dead. Writing rap lyrics gets me out of my mind and allows me to express my thoughts, instead of keeping it all contained. Suppose it's the same for all writers, including you.

It's a sanctuary, where people can only tell you how to improve or how well you're doing.

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Pinda

Highhat | March 5, 2011 - 17:31

Sounds as though you have come through it very well. Yes I agree that it is good to write it all out so that nothing is left inside- it just keeps coming doesn't it? You can always hope that it may make others aware of the inequality and do something about it- we writers do our bit, don't we? Yes there's not much you can say to a drug dealer the same way as to someone who has left the hood. It's really nice to hear that you write it all out in your rap. It tells ;D
;)Pia