The Re-Up
Replenished. Re energized. Refocused. Revitalized. I got a new vision to stop my Grandma’s cries. Make it to the top, and I don’t really care who’s stalking. I’m working extra hard in the dark so I can stunt while folks are watching. These poems are my only source of happiness. I’m not from the hood, but I know a thing or two about bagging bricks, and loading clips. You would think a young lad like me isn’t really with the shits, but I’ll let you know, just because I write poems, that doesn’t make me a bitch.I’m coming for the title, I want to blow up, sure enough, it’ll occur so my pockets can be filled with more bucks. Maybe I’ll start brewing in Milwaukee and acquire more bucks. What is currently, always will be, but, in my case, I’m going to rewrite history.
