Struck by the disease known as poverty.Â
Can't find a job in this weakening economy. Even worse, I'm stuck in the hood with enemies who have fantasies of harming me.   Can't survive when a gun holds all the sovereignty. I look in the mirror, and you know what I see, another sheep being herded around by government supremacy.   Can't be who I am now, to change  is what need. But obstacles in life have me sipping brew and smoking weed. Walk outside, my hood covers my face, cuz I don't wanna end up as a homicide case. Trying to find a way outta this hellish place, so I can grow up and not be a damn disgrace. Had a conversation with myself to see if I'm in good mental health, but all I could think about was getting wealth. Take a trip through my hood and you'll see nothing is good. So give some respect if you could. Already tried to get out, so stop saying that I should. Life for me is full of "Hooded Obstacles". One day I'll get past all that then I'll be unstoppable.Â