Life in the hood,
born in the trap
waking to the thunder of the clapping,
didn't shatter panes,
laid back down to catch those z's
dreaming 'bout melted stacks of molded cheese,
speaking on elder money;
woke up refreshed,
gave thanks for the breath,
cleaned hygiene
and got to work on the plan,
witnessing to the crowd,
us divided was only the beginning,
black on black,
it's us you fools are killing;
band together,
all give thanks to the Most High,
no matter what you call Him/Her,
we must unit to ignite the writer's revolution,
praying it won't come to violence,
but at the same time prepare for cataclysmic events;
artillery near,
and extra ammo in the basement;
put our differences to the side
and appreciate the gift of our own shine,
no more crabs in a barrel,
know we are each others crutches,
keeping our cypher forever standing up!!!