Lost in the Woods

Clouds of smoke...
A smell we all know
All too well
We inhale, and cough till we choke
Then the top of each Newport brings hope
But
each butt tells me i'm the butt of the joke
I cant esacpe this way
Being stuck in the hood is like being lost in the woods
I tried escaping every way I could
The bloody snare locks just above my own jagged teeth marks
Noone was around to hear that tree fall down
So how
In the world can they hear me scream now?
There are many others just like me
That look just like me
This army of thirsty horses
They tell us we were led to water years ago
So...
We had a different thirst at the time
Now i cant seem to find
That same pond
That was in front my face the whole time
Just this bitter river someone told me to cry
Being stuck in the hood is like being lost in the woods
"How do you get from here to the rest of the world?"
Asked a young lost soul
Wondering and wandering between each roll
2 or 3 words between licks
2 or 3 flicks of a bic
and its lit
And sadly this is pretty much it
The closest thing to freedom we have
We can pretend we're so fast
that we can run and get away from the past
And The green shade from the clouds of smoke overcast
Tints our sight with envy of those who have
Lost in these trees
We hope somebody will throw us a limb to grab
We gotta reach for something better
We cant stay this way forever
But being stuck in the hood is like being lost in the woods
Success seems like a fable... but, whatever,
Birds of a feather they tag us as because we flock together
We dont cry wolf, we only leap after we look
We move slow but steady, but we cant get it right
Cuz we do bad like we never learned that like will draw like
or like we never read the Wolf and the Crane
but the moral hasn't changed
"In serving the wicked, expect no reward, and be thankful if you escape injury for your pains."
thats too long maine
pass me the flame
and i'm high again
we fly like paper get high like planes
i took that paper and wrote whats pokin at my brain
and I fold it into a paper planes
and throw it, just hopin it lands in the right hands
too much to blame on the white man
or life being
a bitch because its death we courtin
as we shorten
our own life spans
I came from the land of high stakes
chinese wings, cheesesteaks and bikes with no brakes
so how do we break this cycle
Being stuck in the hood is like being lost in the woods
So we just roll up the woods
and go as high as these trees will take us
and wait to tumble off
in my mind a hundred thoughts doing summersaults
and either i'm gettin hard or the ground is becomin soft
but either way, falling,
rather failing,
is nothing to get used to
Try try again
and try try again
Our cries drowned out by a sarcastic violin
while the world dances to our song
to the freak shows to see us they throng
hood niggaz,
jungle people
We wasn't raised by wolves, we just been lost so long
trapped in a snare we didn't even see there
Being stuck in the hood is like being lost in the woods
An SOS from the misunderstood...