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Written at a time of disillusionment with her hometown after being robbed by her neighbours, the experience left her shook, but “My Hood” isn’t a diss, it’s a compromise. "On these streets, these streets / In the dark, we glow / On these streets, these streets / We’re high when it’s low / On these streets, these streets / Through concrete, flowers grow”, sings BLK, all-the-while encouraging us, “You should come to my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood”, because, yes, bad things happen here, but strength and beauty can be born from adversity – and that’s the trade-off for her, and the song.
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