grew up in Brick City 25 Clifton ave
a peaceful afternoon at the park I never had
six years old with the mind of an old hag
pass by the stoops, stroll by the drug dealer in
the coop, then to francias house with the fufu& light soup
blowing through the roof
Aisha asking neighbors for 25 cents to eat some chips
I remember the third floor is where I got my first kiss
running down the stairs filled with pisss soaking through
my sneakers
5 minute walk to school getting scolded by the catholic
school teachers
learning words like comprehension at six
thats where I got my book and street smarts
the fights at the lobby is where I got my street marks
I could never forget it, jasmine pulling my hair
I can bet she later regret it, never compromising
myself you can quote me when I said it
grab my words from the shelf, encyclopedia of
learnards
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