My community,the place where I grew up,well not really I’m tryna fill these lines up.

I wish I could say it’s a volcano
Waiting to erupt,but I can’t because it’s not like everything came to a stop.

No brothers from “The Hood” lurking up
To no good.

No Sistas with 4 kids
From 4 different mistas,tryna get they kids to play with your little sisters.

Literally,it’s as white as a piece of copy paper.

The birds sing to us in the morning waking us up as we still yawning.