Jason D.Harris - Neighborhood Watch

I hung with the blue tinted windows, radar for the po-pos
Looking at the signs with wind, full the widows
Curtis Mayfield, Marvin Gaye new sorrow
Tryna get it on, let's move it up a couple notch
I’m just a youngster on the block, with the witnesses eyes
I thought seen a lot, but just the color of the rock
Blood stain, born flocks, on the porch, with no lights
Just Bud Lights, and the street lights, tryna get my life right
I was 10 years old with a pager my dude
I didn’t know how to read, still told them what to do
God give me the tools, father gave me the rules
I had to bust a move to get better at school
From stacking all the records and falling into the arts
I took my mind off the flesh and start aiming towards the heart
I hustle as they watched, I bought that faded watch
And them fresh new kicks, that them ninjas couldn’t jock
Them ninjas started to steal with no idea
From their friends and all their kins from the life they lived
Like outstanding, but that was bad, you carried that bag
Full hollers, and full of dollars that’s gone leave you fast
Uh-huh, yeah
Full of dollars, and full of hollers that’s gone leave you fast
This is a cold, cold little world, world
Treasure box full of diamonds and the pearls, pearls
For all the scars, hidden in the dark, dark
Don’t You never be afraid of who You are, You're a star
This is for the girls, girls, and the boys, boys
Girls, girls, and the boys, boys
This is for the girls, girls, and the boys, boys
Girls, girls, and the boys, boys
Girls, girls, and the boys, boys
Girls, girls, and the boys, boys
Yeah-huh
That red Cadi, was a stick figure of my daddy
We used to ride through the streets on the days that he had me
Fly through the cities, and drive through the alleys
Than appear to my Aunties outback parties
In a room full of smoke, pool balls, and news stories
About a neighborhood, yeah that used to be good
See a rode around with leaders that You know call G’s
What the heck that means to a ninja like me
Yeah I kicked it a little bit, and I left quietly
Tryna find a place to sketch, what it did inside of me
My black society was the beginning of my salary
Chopping up this tracks, selling beats, ballin quarterly
I’m not talking about stunting, I’m talking about growing
From this ghetto way of living to invent something stronger
Substitute this environment to a real world order
For the ones that hear me, we gotta try to prove to those
And show them how this life really do fold
Fold like a folder, with a love letter, and you can send it far, to your mate
Send it to your love ones, and send it out like hey
This is a cold, cold little world, world
Treasure box full of diamonds and the pearls, pearls
For all the scars, hidden in the dark, dark
Don’t You never be afraid of who You are, You're a star
This is for the girls, girls, and the boys, boys
Girls, girls, and the boys, boys
This is for the girls, girls, and the boys, boys
Girls, girls, and the boys, boys
Girls, girls, and the boys, boys
Girls, girls, and the boys, boys

Written by:
Jason Harris, Tiffany Lorén

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