Poems from Kamp

I feel I'm a lyrical person and I love to write. I love spending time with talented people.
No you can't have my son. He is very rare, the streets,  and the jails look somewhere eles! You want to take him but not while I have...
Standing in your shadows why you out here, pretending to ball. DANG! You hear that? The whistle just blew. Now you froze like you don't...