The Hunchback of Lotus Bomb

It all starts with moms,

she's got 2 growing wildebeests

on her back.

Evereyday resembling more of a Quasimodo 

than say a Qua'Nisha.

I'd already seen enough of science projects

by the time I was school age

and contrary to what moms said; 

some of the older hoods made great role models,

they were experts at turning in work.

We pour Creme Soda Faygo libations into

orange and gray "D" fitteds, that burn through 

cracks in the concrete.

I can't say that I miss the old hood but

thanks for making us.

While walking past your ashes, I like to think of me and the homies as Dark Pheonix

exacting your callousy essence and thirsty vengeance whenever we

speak, or hoop, or slang, or kill.

Cuz 'round here, you're either Eddie Cheeba or Kurtis Blow

and these........well these my friend are the breaks.

We didn't need art classes to expand our iMAGInations

nah, because helicopters were lighthouses

some projects were Legos and some projects.........

some projects were Jenga blocks, 

40s were elixir for the liver and so on

but wrong was alwas wrong

amd right was always wrong.

Now I know why I left.