GANGSTER ON WHEELS - In The Hood

In the hood.
In the hood.
Low tone, slow flow, but the fire never cools.
Born broke, now I twist pressure and the new rules.
Night sky, watchin' while I climb from the deep mud.
Every bruise fuels me, I rise through the heart flood.
Yeah, we fight for survival in the hood.
Turn the struggle to a weapon in the hood.
Every loss is a lesson in the hood.