All Black Neighborhood Consequence (Ft. Royce Da 5'9")

[Intro: Consequence]
(Come on, man!)
(Come on)
Yeah
This what it felt like, when I grew up in New York
Mike Cash, what up?

[Verse 1: Consequence]
I want my kids to grow up in a all black neighborhood
Meanin' that nobody's in the red and the paper's good
Next to doctors, lawyers, the coach for the Hoyas
Maybe stockholders from Goya
The block'll destroy ya', so revolve in the morgue
But haters wanna see me with revolvers at my door
Use the same revolvin' door that Clark Kent used
A connoisseur, mostly Clark Kent shoes
Still abide by the park bench rules
'Cause hoes'll put you on the bench unless you park sum'n cool
Only a fool doesn't learn from they daddy lessons
And turn them shits into caddy
And dissolved apprehension was the app that I used
What I put on the map will more than likely be removed
Well I know you been confused about the future gettin' better
If you don't sound like Future, you get future endeavors
Well I'm back to the future and the view is gettin' better
And now, the reviews are gettin' better
Yeah, just ask Rolling Stone
You either rollin' or you stoned if you think I ain't in the zone
So I'm with my kids home in a all black neighborhood
Maybe down the block from Meagan Good
But you better make sure that that paper's good
'Cause every good girl wants a man to take her out the hood