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 s*xist 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 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 'Cause I got my music box My music box