Lost In Tha Hood Al-D

[Intro]
Yeah, I knew some of you busters
Just didn't wanna see this brother make it
But I'm here
Uh-huh, uh-huh
I know you feel me

[Pre-Verse]
Pickin' up buckshot shells
Is how I'm comin'
I know you feel me
Uh-huh, uh-huh
I know you feel me

[Verse 1]
Pickin' up buckshot shells in my driveway
Had a shootout last night
But I live to see Friday, another day
Chillin' in the jungle, smokin' hay
Watchin' the lil' locs play
With the trigger of an AK
Comin' up, runnin' up fiends, so I telled on
I'm workin' for the president, so coppers get the hell on
Devil's on my back, strapped to kill, but I look out
I gots to put in work all year
And can't clock out
A menace to society, society made me a menace
Walkin' a road to freedom, where the road seems endless
With no stop sign, direction, speed limit, or street lights
Just gang fights, crack pipes, poverty and long nights
Of tears, crawlin' in the well of memories
Thinkin' of the daily battles and the gang fight injuries
[?] for life, to the heart, mind, body and the soul I claim
[?], Prince on my brain, so some call me insane
With no reason to live
With no love to give
The only ones followin' me is the negative
One, cause my people know another homie's funeral's true
And welcome to the jungles, nothin' but the [?] flu
And broke hoes are parasites jackin' a brother
For his years, prostitutes workin' undercover
With no remorse or love loss
I'm just a king in the jungle, still runnin' around lost in the hood