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Myrtle Avenue


Good afternoon Good morning Today we're going back To the 90's Only wish I could Back when Back then Everything was so simple Had a cute katana A pink little flip phone Moms was mad Because i raised the bill Buying and downloading games But I was five What'd did you expect? Everything being effortless Dancin' to destiny's child And Aguilera Swinging these lil hips back and forth Shakin' my tail feather Remember Livin' back on George street Damn That was soo long ago I'm surprised That it even came into my mind Just wishing I could find or make a time machine Going back to where Everything was green Everything was clean Your neighbor greeted you In the morning The people there They were always So very courteous Straight Reppin' Ridgewood No matta what the cost is Treadin' lightly Buh now i see That my hometown Its Changing Gentrifiling But god It was soo perfect It's buildings And the past they holded It was such a safe place It was paradise For a kid For a kid Who was only five My sister kelly A millennium child She's a beauty Just like her mom Her middle names samantha She never fell in love You can blame this generation She had 4 guys Fighting for her attention She can't decide She can't make up her mind Cryed herself to sleep one night She told me at the laundromat In far rockaway New York 11693 Moved about two years ago Out here The air It still feels weird The rent went up past two thousand dollars So we just had to Had no option Went to court Fighting all these landlords It's whatever just know we're doing better Livin two blocks away from the beach You should see it It's soo serene Taking a jog On the sand In the morning My little red-polished pinky toe It has a mood ring on it You can tell just how i'm feelin' Just by looking at me Also Have a younger sista Her name is mia About just 9 years old Lookin' just like her father He's dominican Yeah, i guess thats why Moms fell in love with the wrong men She couldn't help it She was too naive Too pure To realize All his lies One night she came into my bedroom Broken down, tears down her face I could see the pain in her eyes When she realized She was carryin' a little baby Her belly It was only 3 months old She asked me and my grandma mami nancy Should I keep it? Mom You don't even have to ask that You have a soul inside of you Do what you did for me and Kelly We'll help you, always and forever Do you even even know why? Because you're a father and a mother Did it on your own, On your own time I'm so proud of you You're my idol You'll be always made of gold Never the fake kind You're beautiful I knew God took His time While he was creating you Vivian But your real name is Limmner My god just look at the way you glitter Watcha think im reppin' for Tryna tell you My life Story How I started how i practiced though The notebooks The many that i have filled up With all the kinds of poetry They hold my whole soul I'm just hoping Somebody out there Someone for free Someone that doesn't Charge by the hour I'm just hoping That I'm not too late Turning 22 this August Always been a virgo Dangerously Obsessed With avocados I don't know why They taste good on everything At chipotle they keep repeating that it's extra Well, yes Yes i know this Make it a double scoop Ohh, and don't forget the chips Your totals $19.96 Ohkay Thankyou Miss
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