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.