In my hood, emotions are always teaming at the brim
And when they spill over, tears are shed, but the headlights become a little more dim
But in fact, the hood is raw and the tears are a part of this life
We can pull strings, but the road to redemption becomes seperated
A mother tears for the life thats expects
Motherhood is sacred, and beautifully protected
And she offers the world a life to make it better
With sweat, blood, and love motherhood becomes her sweater
My brother use to be distant, disconnected and unconventional
I was not a part of a brotherhood, but rather alone
Then one day he and I woke up and became real
And once the dreams stopped, we landed on steady ground
In my hood, I keep those strings real loose
So I can see out into the world with both eyes
And Im kept warm by the fabric of those around me
And the insignia and tags let others know where my hood was made
Its from my hood, that allows me to see motherhood, and experience brotherhood
Because when those strings become tight
And the fabric of others love tears away
Its the strength of brotherhood that rescues me
And its the tears of motherhood that pieces me back together
So when I take off my hood, the fabric still exists
And the tags are still visible
The two strings that give me tunnel vision have no affect
But when I pull my hands behind my head, the hood comes back on
So I understand why the hood is important and what it protects
Because its whats in the hood that matters most
And the elements of the hood can be rough
So let it rain, I can take the pain
