Myles Jéh - Hood Story/Blue

Saw a black mother in the ghetto
But something wrong ‘cause she wearing her stilettos
Baby daughter hair wasn’t even did
And her brother’s kicks wasn’t even his
Banking on them child support checks
Check check check, mic check
She ain’t the one and only
And that’s the truest
But that’s the saddest part
It’s the bluest
Won’t let her baby father come and see his kids
But tell the kids your daddy ain’t shit
What I don’t get is how you always playing victim
Like you ain’t open your legs for him and then some
The system wasn’t made for you to beat it
I don’t believe it ‘cause you’re cocky that you cheat it
At least you could say that you tried right
And then it won’t be a complete lie right

What you got, what you want like
You claiming you really want more
You don’t really want more
You steady living this life
I don’t see you working for more
You don’t really want more
Another hood story

You take the easy route, bump the long road
Fast cash, getting money, that’s the wrong goal
Got men in and out the house all day
Daughter wondering if this is called rape
‘Cause mommy let him in
Mommy mommy let him touch me
Mommy said it’s okay
Mommy said he loves me
Insecurities always get the best of ya
Jealous of your daughter so you let this man mess with her
And your son is on the path to destruction
On the avenue, don’t have a clue, there’s no instruction
Tires start to squeal and three dudes get to busting

He was on Fifth Avenue
Doing what he had to do
Tryna get his mother out the trap
But kid’s an Albert too
Nothing lower than a 4.0 GPA
But you would never guess it
Seeing that he had to live this way
How he gonna get away
How he gonna make it
The only ones who know the situation can’t replace it
It’s like watching a time bomb hoping for the best
Not wanting to look, but can’t help but break ya neck
Flashing lights caught your attention
Though his crime will be forgiven
Blood is splattered on his cotton
Now he gone but not forgotten
Mother screaming no please
Not him, take me
Take heed menace to society
Intelligence, it’s irrelevant if you in the streets
Take a life, there’s no receipt
Can’t refund it to the streets
Crack a window from the backseat
Now history repeats

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