This is a song about "Depression in the hood"

People always dying in the hood, stood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

My talent should take me places i've never been

Catch you up on places i've been

That the world's in great depression

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood

If theres a time that in the hood

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