Diana Sands I.S. 147

As I lay down my history and my rage, the bars feeling like weapons as I spit them, I slowly felt myself vindicate....

Written August 8, 2016 at 4:15 a.m

Stuck in the 90s nigga
7 dollars for the show
20 years later my flyer a classic
Debut a 5 mic classic
You buskin two star clubs
Chargin dubs 30 at the door
Soul bankrupt
Pockets fuzzy like bunnies
Ya mama this that baldheaded hood rat
Classic slangin Yo Mama! Raps
Scraps in the yard 3 o'clock
How we did it 80s to 90s
Now you little bitches snitching on Yaself ya bitches
Trolls cyber bullies come say it to my face bitch
Fuckin disgraceful
Wear your Malcolm X shirt
Easy target like 3 floor balconies
Hanging from sheets ropes
Suicides cause you don't know how to block dismiss say NOPE

1991 I was 11
got followed home from I.S. 147
Diana Sands almost buried me
Jumped by shitty bullies
Nappy headed Shaniqua Ashanti Latifah
I'm tiny 85 lbs no crew no ether
Just had to take the kicks and punches
You little bitches don't know today how to just LOG THE FUCK OFF
tune into 5D reality
Just turn the fucking phones off
Heads can't reach you through disconnected beepers
Dug out speakers

Everybody shut the fuck up fr
Can't break the internet but so much disrespect
None for ya damn self
Vintage MySpace tee
You look better on there
Catfish
Batter you throw you in the oven
Flaky ass broads got cock and balls
Steady chewin swallowin pubes
Loads of dudes
Finance
In a line in a doobie fake Louis
No soup kitchen
New Js is out gotta cop them
Sit in my dark apartment no lights no food b
Ratchet ass hood mentality
Get me livid
Tired ass livin
Ruin you like squid ink
Fear like they cut your Section 8
Now how you livin?

Same bitches had me on the floor
Knock me down but I ain't stay there
Now my shoes shiny snakeskin
No Crocs tough titty bitch shoe
Made from enemies scalps skins
Human leather
Rough raw like I sent down the basket no lotion
Get back what you put out 3 times
Spit truth
Shit excellence
Spend stacks on new panties Pull-ups
Depend on me like you shit your pants b
Leave you assed out like it the last square not one to spare not one square
At that point we all human
Opinions like assholes and everybody got one.

J.S.

I'll take THREE squares!