I'm so hood, I can't help it Love me for being me 'Cause I can't change it can't rearrange it I am what I am So love me for being me Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Little Tyrone tired of gettin' his ass whipped so he holdin' that gat down His momma think it's my fault

Where my sorrow goes, there I'll be Water runs up through my door And washed me clean of my childhood Dirt on the floor, a reminder Well I can't tell you I'm not at all afraid Crossing that river again on a boat Takes in more than it floats on above And