By Da Poet   

Blackish, bluish, don’t know how I’m gonna get through this,
but I will.

It’s outlandish, I didn’t plan this by the outcome,
but I got my fill.

I may not be the oldest, but I sure am the boldest,
yet to be doing this still.

Call me foolish, but I gotta be the coolest,
cause I’m always dressed to kill.

I am the late bloomer, the Johnny that didn’t come sooner,
it must have been against his will?

Boxing, ballin, tracking, and calling just to name a few,
gotta to keep believing, I’m still achieving, just to do what I do.

Sure ain’t the smartest, just an amateur artist,
trying to pay his bills.

Do you think I got skills?


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