I am from
I am a from the smack of hoagies, weed, cigarettes , and dirt in a compact crescent where people aren't alway that cordial
I am from pitter pattern of children feet , racing like wild horses after school
I am from boom-boom trying to figure out if thats gunshot or firework on the 4th of July , I pray the ones I love make it safe
I am from when them street lights come on you better be in the house
I am from nosy neighbours and boisterous sibling
I am from a quick-witted family , where brunch is after sunday so you better not miss it
I am from Juniors and Moultons
I am from don’t get caught skipping school on the first day of Spring to go to Rita’s
I am from mouth watering cheese pretzels dip in wooder ice.
I am from “ Yous wanna race to the papi store?”
Or “Boul my jawn be drawlin got me chop, real rap”
I am from spider plants and Good luck Hanii on the front porch
I am from graffiti that tells a story
I am from inky curtains, magazine poster and shared beds
I am from mom screamin “get this place clean” and “turn off that music you know betta child”
I am from sticky summer , so pop the johnny pump
I am from religious elders , gotta wrap your hair up , and they better not see them draws so pull your pants up
I am from Rocky statue and liberty Bell
I am from Mac machine and WaWa
I am root of the deep cries of my ancestors , blood and sweat running through my veins
I am from civil rights and in justice
I am from the city of the movers and the shakers of the project
I am the product of ghetto teaching, so you better not front like you a hard guy if you ain't gon back it up
I am from “mess with me, the whole gang go deep”
I am from ratchetness and baby mama drama
I am from welfare checks and EBT cards
Yes we embrace it
I am from learn to stay outta trouble , cause if you snitch you’ll end up in a ditch
I am from the walls have ears but they don't speak
I am from through we fight , we still have brotherly love
I am from Southwest Philly
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