Любовь к Району (Ностальгический Рэп)

I took a walk down the block where I was raised... Looking at the murals of the homies who passed away... Yeah. Let the beat drop. Kids playing double Dutch right on the sidewalk Old heads sitting on the porch having real talk It's a beautiful struggle, a complex masterpiece Where the love and the danger never seem to cease I smell the soul food cooking from the open door This is the foundation, this is the core I see the young brothers trying to find their way I try to drop some knowledge, give them something to weigh Tell them they can be doctors, lawyers, or kings They don't have to be trapped in the cycle of violent things I invest in the community, building it back We gotta support our own, and that is a fact Love to the block, where we learned how to fly! Where we learned how to fight, where we learned how to cry! It made me who I am, the rhythm and the soul The neighborhood is the piece that makes me whole!