Letter To The Hood

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