On to better things

My neighbor heard my voice and told me I should sing

But Id rather make a band rapping than making memes.

I wont fantasize big rings and big things 

Ill play my cards right thats all I really need

Always shooting hoops laughing and loyal 

Big town school not cool not enjoyable 

Road to college wasnt paved but affordable 

Im on to better things I am gone Im not touchable  

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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