Hawaii

I am just renting, put a lease on the bod

I have no deity or God

Darwin my nigga, been part of my day one squad

Glo'd up, he's always has new Jordans he copped

Corruption waiting for the volcanic eruption

The government we trusting

But it's our brothers they lusting

After this year, the future is being put in a pot

Pick one and read the fortune out the cookie

Monster whipping up some batter

With my boy A- Rod

I ain't a princess no more

Fetty said I'm a trap queen, Ma

Told me to tell you

Hey wassup hello, like a greeting card, Ma

We getting linked, like barbeque

We got a bun in the oven, you fenna be a Grandmama

Now I got to raise him and tell him

That in this world he is hated

Cause his pigment is cocoa

His future already slated

No hoodies, no skittles

No Arizona's, cause I don't want him buried

But anyways

My rhymes be fire

Yours barely light up a spark

Replaying some past shit

That new school feel good rap shit

That nananana, Chance the Rapper, track shit

All these other niggas put out wack shit

Ooo.

 

Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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