Lyrics

Yuh Look around you man What do you see? Yeah In my hood, C'mon In my hood we need prayer But no one cares (Welcome to this living hell Where only the Lord can get us well) In my hood in my hood Such despair We need prayer we need prayer (Welcome to the terror dome Where sufferin's all we've ever known) [Verse 1: Sevin] Ay The youngin's where I stay'll Wake the day up with a 'kata like it's nothin to it Hit ya up Then get a rush While you gushin' fluid Get it soft, whip it raw Put some cut into it Ten toes to the tar Mobbin' in that bucket Buick Ah Every nigga in it's with the business Slidin' ridin' with a life sentence Relentless for the scratch Got a batch counting minutes Pills crisp crack black And a couple pounds of spinach And they lock it down in 'jects Then serving it to the tenants Hoodies on the dudes mane Murderous apprentice Just might burn ya Ike Turner he's a menace Go ahead and light that burner Pot churner he's a chemist Block so scarred off amphetamines and Guiness Tryin to floss so hard that he'll never need a dentist He failed outta school But he's hardly a retard Street smart, G card Not a blemish for real [Chorus: Marcel Jackson] In my hood In my hood We need prayer But no one cares In my hood In my hood Such despair We need prayer We need prayer [Verse 2: Sevin] My rellies married to the hood No pre-nup Ain't nothing on they ring finger Something chunky on the hip that'll steam clean ya Rock N' Roll let the Bruce Springsteen ya Dream team of the beam and you ain't seen meaner Nah my niggas die young or forever ball Fully convinced of the lie that they will never fall They settle all Broad day with the fully thang So never brawl on Broadway with the bully gang And smoke get yo face knocked nigga 50 round clip even stray shots hit ya They washin' niggas over grams of base rock mista You better not never let them state cops get ya Federal indictment's is burying blacks Between them gang enhancements and terrorist acts Losing the future got me real sick Real spit I'm praying the truth he will get Free lil' Nick! [Chorus: Marcel Jackson] In my hood In my hood We need prayer But no one cares In my hood In my hood Such despair We need prayer We need prayer [Verse 3: Sevin] They say what's the use of changing' Can't nobody blame them for the way they are They were born in hell They just learn to play they part These pigs ain't tryin' to help these kids the way they say they are But it's time to break the glass and get up out that JAR Huh That paper gon' enslave you 'fore it saves you nig When you locked away that knot you play wit' Ain't gon' raise your kids And it ain't gon' save your soul Cuz you can't buy him out Ain't no excuses He's the truth to what you lyin' bout God exists Homie it's obvious it's a basic fact There's no debate The nation's just faithless So they won't face the facts So you walk away from your creator to make your paper stack But ain't no guarantee he'll take you back Why would you play with that? It's so disgusting How they treat Him though he chose to love 'em But he's no sucker He will sleep you niggas Robitussin I don't want for nothing I ain't ballin' and don't need to be Greedy too easily can keep you blind from what you need to see How you desert your kids And neglect your fam The way you love no chick And you respect no man And you reject the hand that feeds You trying to feed yourself You ain't concerned with pleasing God You trying to please yourself You're a slave to your behavior he can break them chains Cuz when the grave is where they lay ya It's too late for change They say live for the moment enjoy your prideful pleasure But when you die you fry forever RECEIVE CHRIST [Chorus: Marcel Jackson] In my hood In my hood We need prayer But no one cares In my hood In my hood Such despair We need prayer We need prayer