Poetry Corner: Good Kid Maad City

To young to decide whether I’m Kendrick or Hendricks

Either sell drugs and be litty or be humble and live shitty

An unlawful paradox we call tricky.

I made it out head held high with dignity

Unscathed and unchained by the system

Growing up poor living conditions filthy,

Never rode the wave guess you can say ghetto mentality missed em.

Applause is all I want never pity.

Humble but my words I don’t mumble

Born and raised in a place known to be grity

I can’t stumble I’m the greatest rumble young man rumble.