Listen up, turn your box up, gather all around
This one's strictly for the ghetto
Some of y'all recognize, some of y'all won't
Better pay attention and listen close
There was an old lady who lived in my hood that sold freeze pops for a quarter
Had so many kids that I lost count, more sons than she had daughters
And every night before they would fall asleep

They would pray for shelter and food to eat
But the landlord huffed and blew the house down and now they out on the streets

And now she cleans, she mops the tears they drop
The only sound that drowns it [bad word] from my music box

So just let the music play (Play)
Don't let it stop (No)
It ain't easy growing up in the hood but I got my music box
When the sirens sound, wind it up
Or the shots ring down, just wind it up
When i'm up to no good cause I got my music box

There was an old man, he lived in the hood [bad word] bands, dimes, and quarters worth a block put him away
Left his wife and kids, it affects his teenage daughter
Couldn't shake the reflections, starved to perfection
I've seen it all before
Now she ignores the advice of a kid folk
Tell her stay home, but she creeping out the back door

And now she pays the cost, young girl so lost
I feel your pain, try to maintain
Wind up your music box

Da Da Da
Da Da Da
Da Da Da
Da Da Da
Da Da Da

This hood situation's got me sick
Call the doctor quick, quick, quick
Doctor, doctor will I die (Na na young girl just let the song play)

Da Da Da
Da Da Da
Da Da Da
Da Da Da
Da Da Da

Cause I got my music box

Da Da Da
Da Da Da
Da Da Da
Da Da Da
Da Da Da

My music box
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