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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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