My hood is harder than breaking a habit like heroin went every year I pray it ain't my family that they bury in and if my castle gets carried in I hope they gear me in my cape and crown but just for now, me being capes as weight as Hero went through the years all I knew was blood, sweat and tears. Never forgot my roots. I knew my truth, the feet of my fears and turn s*** to fertilize. What are my dreams with my tears?