This is an ode to my hood Where ive grown up all these years Some Concrete stress as a kid it brought fears As a kid it brought it some tears Lemme switch up the gears The streets are dirty but Im makin myself clear A place unlike any other but still just the same South Sea, to Tacoma, we share a common name in a love hate relationship but we cant break Cant see the outcome but already know our fate Lemme tell you about my hood North Portland Moved in in 98 and I haven’t left since Cause Generic we don’t run theres Only one to dispense Swat raids to the block and dope fiend neighbors Served on Syracuse disfunction was the cater Was Always gettin robbed and that’s no exaggeration And It Stayed in my soul without a reservation Just the first years quite hard for a lil youngin Somebody had a reason, it wasn’t just for nothin Just a synonym for beauty, a picture of true filth But I always got the north, Ima run with my guild I know Rosa Parks cause I used to ride her bus White and spittin so these kids tell me to just hush Ima Hold in a skill just because some kids ignorance yeah right I Put it aside and make knowledge insipient Fessenden to killingsworth, we all puttin in our work A psalm of the struggles, my people in this verse History was bad to my hood, friendship faded Im the revival exclusively for my sides natives synonymous with beauty, a picture of true filth But I always got the north, Ima stay with my guild It was H.R then H.C , and mister Chavez Cant forget the Ville to get it out is blessed Boys and Girls club where I used to kick it wit jabbz 21st century, rock fitteds but no flags Corners, Chip said the store run by immigrants 97203, it’s the hood where they live in We got Somali, and tonga, even got hmongs Loyal to my tribe, and This is my native tongue synonymous with beauty, a picture of true filth But I always got the north, Ima stay with my guild 75 was my number but 4 was news not that great But still siblings in the end so they can just relate Posted on interstate way past my time late St. Johns produced the kid so other hoods wanna hate Lucky Mart on the mouth, few blocks from the pad The theatre always a spot, few blocks from my dad This is where ive grown and i currently reside Signing off with the package, it’s a kid named suppli

Fresh out the gate and killin, n we mincing, n we flippin, n we trippin, n we rhyming, n we tryin Intellectual thought process removed by my tongue, from the left side of the dome passing through my lungs Heavy minds in the cut, Ph to the name call the kid lil tut Stitched to my soul its so sew what Mad cow flow this is raw n uncut You talkin to yourself like This dude aint got no bars I make these jams homemade And serve them in a jar That really still aint a bar I found it in a door frame Bars to the window I wont let em in the game And it goes it like this And it goes it like that If cudderisback supplisfront The beat is paper n I make the cut Utensils of my craft aint even in the flesh Youll never catch me bro im talkin to death Paranoid by the lost of transcription You live in the spot where I gain defiance passion for this noise Gotta keep em sound u know I stay fly But humble to the ground From city of flipped crown Under thorn crown Rurals now the city Cause im comin from the town Blind to the blind like I cant not see my goals Walk across green lake I can not see the holes Associations least We aint even friends Broke that frame Im seein through my lens not straight off the block cause I never left it inner skipped class cause deameanor u test it And it goes it like this And it goes it like that