Hood Poem by FOEVERAMI JOHNSON

See he love HOOD sh##..
I love good sh##...
Born and raised on the Block gift
I was raised to play in front the door, SIT on the porch Myth...
He entertains the game to maintain control over political fame
Even though I am on the outside helping within....what is there to Win
Last round lost myself, no sound, sadly, I can't be found!
While phone in hand should this be a demand for intimacy or IS it DISRESPECT knowing you not into me. So to speak(Freely)