The Hunchback of Lotus Bomb
It all starts with moms,
she's got 2 growing wildebeests
on her back.
Evereyday resembling more of a Quasimodo
than say a Qua'Nisha.
I'd already seen enough of science projects
by the time I was school age
and contrary to what moms said;
some of the older hoods made great role models,
they were experts at turning in work.
We pour Creme Soda Faygo libations into
orange and gray "D" fitteds, that burn through
cracks in the concrete.
I can't say that I miss the old hood but
thanks for making us.
While walking past your ashes, I like to think of me and the homies as Dark Pheonix
exacting your callousy essence and thirsty vengeance whenever we
speak, or hoop, or slang, or kill.
Cuz 'round here, you're either Eddie Cheeba or Kurtis Blow
and these........well these my friend are the breaks.
We didn't need art classes to expand our iMAGInations
nah, because helicopters were lighthouses
some projects were Legos and some projects.........
some projects were Jenga blocks,
40s were elixir for the liver and so on
but wrong was alwas wrong
amd right was always wrong.
Now I know why I left.