Music Box
Keke Palmer Lyrics

Listen up, turn your box up, gather all around
Pay attention and turn up the volume to hear this message, bring everyone together

This one's strictly for the ghetto
This message is specifically for those in disadvantaged neighborhoods

Some of y'all recognize, some of y'all won't
Some people may relate to this story, others may not

Better pay attention and listen close
It's important to focus and listen carefully

There was an old lady who lived in my hood
I knew a woman who lived in my neighborhood

That sold freeze pops for a quarter
She sold frozen treats for a low price

Had so many kids that I lost count
She had numerous children

More sons than she had daughters
She had more male children than female

And every night before they would fall asleep
Every night before bed

They'd pray for shelter and food to eat
They would pray for basic necessities

But the landlord huffed and blew the house down
The landlord demolished their home

Now they out on the streets
They are now homeless and on the streets

And now she cleans, she mops
She now works as a janitor

The tears they drop
She is crying

The only sound that drowns it out
The music from the box is the only thing that can block out her tears

Comes from my music box
The music is coming from my box

So just let the music play
Keep the music going

Don't let it stop
Don't let the music end

When the sirens sound wind it up
When there are sirens, turn up the music

Or the shots ring down just wind it up
When there is gun violence, turn up the music

?Cause I got my music box
I have my music box as a source of comfort

There was an old man, he lived in the hood
There was an elderly man who lived in the same neighborhood

Had rubber bands, dimes, and quarters worth a block
He had a stash of cash and change

Put him away, left his wife and kids
He was arrested and abandoned his family

And a sexist teenage daughter
His daughter held sexist views

Couldn't shake the reflections, starved to perfection
She couldn't overcome her insecurities and tried to achieve an unrealistic, unhealthy body image

I've seen it all before
These problems are not new to me

Now she ignores the advice of a kid folk
She doesn't listen to the words of the youth in her community

Tell her stay home but she creeping out the back door
She is sneaking out despite being told to stay home

And now she pays the cost
She is suffering the consequences of her actions

Young girl so lost
She is a young woman who is confused and misguided

I feel your pain, try to maintain
I empathize with her and encourage her to keep going

This hood situation's got me sick
The problems in this neighborhood make me feel unwell

Call the doctor, quick, quick, quick
This situation is urgent and needs immediate attention

Doctor, doctor, will I die?
Is there a solution to these problems?

Na, na, young girl, just let the song play
No, young woman, just let the music comfort you

Cause I got my music box
I have my music box as a source of comfort

My music box
My personal source of solace