PayneInTheCulo

They put me on
Name signed on the check line
No mask
No mascot
No met guy
Trying be jet fly
But the alarm rings and wakes I
I’m up
Thinking about a new come up
Just met young flame
Turning this cold into summer
Me-D.T
I’m from the
Barrio
Where we bros like Mario
Hanging on the pier
Hear music from the party boats
And I’m lying if I said that they hardly smoke
So they fingers reek of weed
It’s part of them like brushing teeth
So they inhale the aroma
And then my pen caught a boner
Looking for paper to erect the truth like Sojourner
I’m done with the corner
Drug sales
Baby outfits-half off retail
Prices
Given by fiends
Who seem to be the nicest
Pick pocket a pocket
And still avoid the finest
Ripping off tickets on cars by the hydrants
But this is just the fine print
Unseen to the naïve
Looks up to his older brother
So he let’s the nine squeeze
Funny how life repeats
But the cycle is evident
Stray bullets taken lives that’s heaven sent
Watching my moves
Not ready to see heaven yet
But wait up better yet
I got mission to complete
To change lives and to create a family
Teach them about pride and glory
No Sandy
I’m trying to be landing
Where tropical birds fly
And my toes buried in the sand heat