Letter To The Hood Lyrics

Bismillah

This is my letter to the hood

I wish you could see your beauty

It seems like the whole world does

They wanna dance like you, jump like you, catch like you, dress like you, look like you look like you

And since they can't look like you they kill you, they kill you

Making you hate the face that they love

Call you thug, so that your death makes sense, mugshots that makes the public tense Where even your own tribe Make excuses like, well he shouldn't have been wearing a Hood

He shouldn't have been selling cigarettes

He shouldn't have reached for his id

She shouldn't have been black, she shouldn't have been black, she shouldn't have been Born

It's amazing that a country can be scorned towards the people that the masses love to See perform

But when the lights go dim and the curtains are drawn and the guns are drawn and Respect is gone

For the one whose blood water the earth that we stand upon you, you don't know that You're beautiful

That you're suitable for the American dream

Oh it's ok for us to sing but not to kneel for what we feel is righteous

Don't you know that you're strength is divine and their hatred makes them blind

Murder is horrific but dying before you stop breathing is the greater crime, how do you use your time

Despite who hates your love is greater, but you must love yourself

Put the neighbor brother sister father and mother back in hood

Speak life and not death and enjoy each breath

That the maker has given

Lyrics that promote generational poverty

And looks on faces that say don't bother me but for us who understand the language it Really means, I'm in need

It really means I need love, it really means

Do you see me?

Oh I see you and I acknowledge your divinity

And I will love you no matter what, longer than infinity, I love you

I love who you are and your potential

And nothing is accidental, this war is mental

I try to be gentle when dealing with trauma

Effects of slavery still plague this nation

You see the word has told us to be patient but it's running thin

Hard to trust my kin but dealing with my own issues with in

Like my Jewish brothers and sisters I say never then we are seasoned when it comes to Dealing with racism

But ain't nothing bland about Sandra

Keep that casket open Mrs. Till, show them what racism look like

You, you, and you are divine no matter who tries to trump you, stump you, lump you we Stand strong

Even while we kneel

And the only thing that needs to be killed, is the envy of those who hate what they wish They can be

Oh I love you so much

And no matter what I always will

And even when you hurt me I realize it's only because you've been hurt

But I want you to remember something

The most beautiful flowers was produced by BS and dirt