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Cheers


Here’s to me, my senior year.

The struggle to come a long way

It’s just me and my idgaf attitude

Oh and my ambition nigga.

 

Shout out to my mama, a single mother,

Who raised me to stay outta drama.

She’s proud and I know it.

I owe it to her – Gratitude.

 

If it wasn’t for this woman, I wouldn’t have half of the stuff I do. She spoils me so much.

Glad to know my Granny is living healthy. Shout out to her.

 

To him – his birthday’s coming up too.

I give it to him for donating sperm to my mother;

He don’t do shit for me but crack jokes.

I still love him though.

 

Here’s to my older brother and younger sister,

Even though I dislike them because being in the middle is the worst!

They make me laugh and keep me up – Kudos.

 

I love food! – Thanks to it all.

Better yet, fast metabolism is my best friend.

 

To the dumb

To the poor

To the young and the old.

 

Here’s to all ancestors

And to Obama – Fuck Romney.

Here is to my African Americans

 

This is for the young man we’re all living for.

We are so blessed to be living in this dog eat dog world -- STOP THE VIOLENCE!

Hoop in heaven Dajae Arkel Coleman

#DaeDaeWorld 

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