No Peace In My Hood Part 2

Bitch,I came from the dirt, from the blood in the gutter, Ain’t no sleep, no love, just pain and hunger. Seen my brother go down, no halo above him, Ain’t no prayers in the trap, we just learn to thug it. Momma cryin’ in the kitchen, couldn’t fix no pain, Only weapon I had was this fucked up brain. Every night on the block, I was prayin’ for signs, But the signs came in chalk and yellow lines. Manos manchadas de lo que no digo, Cada noche un trato con mi mismo. La luna brilla, los cuetes despiertan, La muerte ronda, pero no me lleva. Ain’t no peace in my hood, just the sound of pain, Cigarette smoke and a bloodstained chain. God don’t come where the sirens sing, Ain’t no peace, just the hunger it brings. Ain’t no light when the streetlights fade, Just a cold wind whisperin’ names. I been prayin’ for a way to breathe But peace don’t live in a place like me. Got that 40 on my lap, but my soul feel colder, Every scar on my skin make my heart grow bolder. Bitches pray for me now, but they ain’t never ride, I’m the storm in the rain that the weak can’t hide. They told me “change,” but this life don’t bend, It’s kill or starve, either way it end. Still I walk with the ghosts, feel the devil’s grin, Got a cross on my neck, but I sin again. Barrio caliente, el diablo me guía, Botella tras botella, maldita vida. Le rezo al reflejo, no a los santos, Porque en mi calle, no existen milagros. Lost faith in the church when my cousin got dropped, Ain’t no cross gonna clean what the bullets caught. From the north to the west, we still chasing bread, No peace in my hood just the living and dead. They buryin’ dreams in them fresh white sheets, Mothers cry, but the pain repeats. So I move like a shadow, eyes full of sin, In a city that don’t forgive what’s been. Sigo firme aunque el mundo caiga, La muerte cerca, pero no me alcanza. Cada paso que doy, la tierra tiembla, Porque mi barrio nunca se duerme. Nací entre balas y promesas rotas, Sueños perdidos, las calles son otras. El humo sube, la fe se ahoga, Y cada lágrima sabe a coca. Vieja rezando, “Dios, cuida a mi hijo,” Pero el barrio no entiende de alivio. El tiempo pasa, la sangre no seca, La vida es corta, la muerte te reta. Soy el eco del dolor que dejaron, Los que murieron y nunca hablaron. En mi pecho arde la guerra eterna, Porque mi paz está bajo la tierra. Ain’t no peace in my hood, just the sound of pain, Cigarette smoke and a bloodstained chain. God don’t come where the sirens sing, Ain’t no peace, just the hunger it brings. Ain’t no love when your soul feel numb, Ain’t no trust when the cops don’t come. I been prayin’ for a way to breathe But peace don’t live in a place like me