Letras
When I look back like in 1979
I realize how things were so fine
Just 10 years old, I'm a small load
But I had a lot of heart and it showed
Never did much but played two-hand touch
Football in the streets where the field is concrete
And damn, I scored a lot of touchdowns
And even now I smile when I think how
I used to have to go in before the others
Because my mother was strict, but I love her
'Cause she taught me values, and I value
Everything she taught me, so nothing caught me
By surprise 'cause I realized long ago
If you listen to your mother, you won't go wrong
And that's why I grew up strong
Coming along in my neighborhood
What's going on in the hood?
In my neighborhood
What's going on in the hood?
In my neighborhood
What's going on in the hood?
In my neighborhood
So it's 1985 and it's live
'Cause I'm in high school with a new ride
And everybody's calling me Lucky
'Cause most of them are riding Huffy's
Go grab Rob from the bus stop
And I'll stop and let 'em all watch
And as he jumps in, I pop in the new cassette
And you can bet you can hear me from block to block
When the bass drop, I had knock, or so I thought
'Cause back then, things were different
Nobody tripping, trying to steal each other's systems
Ride around town 'til the bell sounds
Now we're late, but somehow
We always seemed to make it before roll call
And if we didn't, we were hanging in the halls, y'all
Just having good times of the good kind
And believe it or not, I wouldn't mind
Going back to the days when I wasn't paid
And I could count on one hand the money I made
Life was so good like it should
That I wish I could go back to my neighborhood
What's going on in the hood?
To my neighborhood
What's going on in the hood?
In my neighborhood
What's going on in the hood?
To my neighborhood
Now it's 1992 and I ride through my neighborhood
But it doesn't look like it should
I can't understand it, everyone's abandoned (What up, dog?)
And man, it drives me up a wall
When my so-called friends sell drugs
Then pretend that they're all pro-Black
But to my neighborhood, they give nothing back
Yeah, I see kids just turning twelve
How the hell can you put 'em out to sell?
And all of the places that we used to go play
Are either locked up or all gone away
I see no footballs thrown in the streets
Just the same creeps every day of the week
It makes me kind of mad, but then I get sad
'Cause I know what my neighborhood had
And how as a people did we make such a change?
I guess it's true, nothing ever stays the same
But I feel ashamed, as we all should
When I see what's happened to my neighborhood
What's going on in the hood?
To my neighborhood
What's going on in the hood?
In my neighborhood
What's going on in the hood?
To my neighborhood
Yeah, this is to y'all song, letting you know
It could happen in your neighborhood too
You know what I'm saying?
And I'm out