The Hood

The hood shifts only when there is an eviction.  Then all the bros. and sisters hit the curb waiting for the man to leave so they can rape the belongings of the unfortunate forgotten souls.  Living like animals on the prey is what they have lowered themselves to.  A short orgy of pilfering and fighting for some soon meaningless gain.  But the slumlandlord will be at their step when their luck runs out and the cycle will repeat itself with them on the street homeless. Another day in the hood instead of a job and the value of achievement.  Vultures wait and rats seek handouts in the filth of no respect for life or even self.  The hood you can have it but we all have deal with its consequences.  Rap on , glorify the hood but it's a living hell that shames mankind. Rap on without  feeling the pain.