
A hood poem
Life is but a sitting ground
But it don't settle down
Got peaks and valleys
But people still like to sit around
Me and my people like to clown around
Can't fan us down
We stand around
On the block
Out in parking lots
Tryna catch a flock
Tryna make shit hot
I know I will not flop
Ima soar in the sky
Not the average guy
Boy I stay too fly
And now never again
You won't see me die
you can't see me sitting on the ground
You can’t knock my rhymes
You can’t stop my shine



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