When I hear the word hood
It remind me of my fallen goons
The goons that lost their lives
due to the hood and its wars

I hate that word now because
I lost a lot of close people

Now I can only say

Rest in Peace my friends
Love ya and see ya
At the crossroad

Love can make you bleed with passion
Love can make you a walking disaster
Love is something found in the strangest of places
Love is so strange the Mayans couldn’t predict it
Is it love that makes you do the things you do
or is it the fact that you know
I will always love you

My phone was on…

And I don’t wanna come to the conclusion
That me and you were an illusion
Cause it would be something that I don’t think that I could handle
VERY WELL!!

I want to love!
No more pain!
I wanna hear you callin’ out my name.
I want fairytales. No more rain!
I’m ready, do you feel the same?
Because I can’t stop! Won’t stop! Till I get what I want.
Baby all that I want is you.
I want love.

As I get older the pain get uncontrollable
Wishing I was in the center of my mother’s arms while she reads my favorite book to me
But instead she’s doing a double shift at a restaurant when she should had went to school from the start
Because she don’t know about the paining hole that’s halfway in the center of my heart

People teasin’ me because they see disbelief in my eyes
But all along it’s tearful, tired eye, waiting for the painful hole to stop growing in the center of my heart

Now I am older, so momma gave me money, food, clothes, but still no family to love
Until one day, mom quit her job and can come home and she couldn’t give me no money, food, or clothes, just a hug
All it took was a hug and the painful hole stop growing above