The respected wordsmith recalls how financial struggles led him to stints of drug selling and robbery before he turned his life around. Tillman addresses the unfortunate plight all too common among inner city youth: “The hood's like prison we all some lifers / All got raps I ain't talking cyphers / Homeboy can barely buy his daughter diapers / He bout to jack son I ain't talking Michael.”
Tillman says a recent visit to his grandmother’s house in Camden motivated him to write the song produced by Grammy Award-winning musician Courtney Orlando, formerly known as J.R. “The visit was a bit nostalgic for me,” he recalls. “I lived with my grandma most of my teen years and slept on her couch. So, while I was there I began to think of a lot of the things I had experienced during that time. I remember going from being like 'Dang, I can't wait to get out on my own and off this stupid couch’ to becoming content and accepting the fact that I was a hood dude.
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