Born & bread in this game,

At first labeled a lame,

But now unforgettable fame,

And the systems to blame.

Everyday humble listen to me speak with my impediment,

So it sounds like I mumble,

But never afraid to rumble and tussle.

Out of nowhere just a fly on the wall,

Someone you would never fall,

And think can ball,

But I studied the game.

All my days and years facing nothing but hunger, pain, and the ghetto’s hard struggle.