Down in the Hood br were the grass don't grow br are the left over memories br of a half eat blacken soul br br were dreams need hope br and hope never see the light of day br and little handouts only br place little band-aids br br and then the night comes br and out jumps br all the boogeymen br who will shoot br everyone and even little kids br br so don't you tell br and don't you sneeze br because someone br could come and br cut you off at the knees br br and when the bow brake br from all the white snow br falling from were br only man made devils knows br br I'll be praying br to the MAN up of above br to send down some br of his Heavenly love br so we who care br can save ourselves br and release ourselves br from a man made Hell~br br Verlecia fieldsbr br