Sometimes I walk through Manhattan and I think Im dreaming/ I know I asked you about LA, but I aint leaving/ a lot of things are popping, projects in cans I cant disclose but youll know when theyll be dropping/ talk to my students full of promise in the Bronx/ I see myself in them like when I hung out at the top/ of the hill - Naples Pl/ I been through it all, they say God makes no mistakes/ He just allows us to commit em, cause it hits the fan itll get real no one will admit to/ cup keep runneth over - bumping into legends that tell me to keep striking like a Cobra/ its called favor, facing one too many magistrates will change you/ peace to my sister Hazel, I strive to be as great as she is/ Sulekas an angel in human form/ why I go so hard, youve been warned/ read between the lines its real talk, dont just take this as a simple poem/ I could go on #JustMyThoughts
Posted on: Fri, 16 May 2014 02:59:08 +0000
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