Music Box

Listen up, turn your box up, gather all around

This one's strictly for the ghetto

Some of y'all recognize, some of y'all won't

Better pay attention and listen close

There was an old lady who lived in my hood

That sold freeze pops for a quarter

Had so many kids that I lost count

More sons than she had daughters

And every night before they would fall asleep

They'd pray for shelter and food to eat

But the landlord huffed and blew the house down

Now they out on the streets

And now she cleans, she mops

The tears they drop

The only sound that drowns it out

Comes from my music box

So just let the music play

Don't let it stop

It ain't easy growing up in the hood

But I got my music box

When the sirens sound wind it up

Or the shots ring down just wind it up

[Incomprehensible] the hood but I'm up to no good

?Cause I got my music box

There was an old man, he lived in the hood

Had rubber bands, dimes, and quarters worth a block

Put him away, left his wife and kids

And a sexist teenage daughter

Couldn't shake the reflections, starved to perfection

I've seen it all before

Now she ignores the advice of a kid folk

Tell her stay home but she creeping out the back door

And now she pays the cost

Young girl so lost

I feel your pain, try to maintain

Wind up your music box

So just let the music play

Don't let it stop

It ain't easy growing up in the hood

But I got my music box

When the sirens sound wind it up

Or the shots ring down just wind it up

[Incomprehensible] the hood but I'm up to no good

?Cause I got my music box

This hood situation's got me sick

Call the doctor, quick, quick, quick

Doctor, doctor, will I die?

Na, na, young girl, just let the song play

So just let the music play