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The way I speak.


Casual decisions turn into great debates.

The way we talk can even determine someone’s fate.

“ Hey whats up”,“How ya doin” is what I usually say.

Not in professional setting,but when It’s time to play.

It’s  like “what up doe”,“How you doing Yo”

but it’s way I talk what’s the harm tho.

 

Try To talk formal but it”s just not my style homie

Talking another way makes me feel phony.

In world where everybody is finding themselves; I finding myself through speech

What I say comes down from generations and next it will be my time to teach.

 

Therefore my language will continue and never  die.

So things like “whats good bro” can last forever.

This language is just not part me it’s apart of my history.

However, I have to switch it up sometimes for school.

“Good Morning sir”, “How was your day ma'am”

So I won’t be classified as uneducated.

But sometimes I do slip up at school.

And use my not so formal language.

But sometimes

I just don’t care and speak my language.

 

So “ shutup” and “ what up homies”

will be in my language for ever.

 

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