Swagfrican American

October 25, 1982 is the day that I get my B-Day on. The sky opened up, but I wasn't sent to right some wrongs. Even though angels were singing that perfection song. They say that I was a fly baby so i guess I entered the world air-born. I came in calm, with no tears on. Standing strong, with all fear gone. Every day is my time of the month, minus the tampon.
When you stand for something, they can see it from a mile away, when I show up, you can see a haters smile decay. A young man guided by ethics, morals and principle, very sensible, with a urge to make the wrong, right. So me being a thinker, I designed my plight. Never try to get a peace of there pie. Get the recipe so I can cut my own slice. No one else was going too, so I praised my greatness and acknowledged all my vice, and just try not to make the same mistake twice. Choose your battles, not ever confrontation deserves a fight, and don't be afraid to preach as long as your taking your own advice. I walk in with all white, in the place where the dirt and grim stay, I walk out clean and unharmed from where the vultures lay. I stay sucka free in the same room the sucka's play.
I'm like Kanye with the swag, minus the tight clothes, I'm what Ice-T was before he met Coco, as confident as Frank Lucas before he broke the snitch code. You think slow, I think fast, my flyness brought me to the top of the class. Don't laugh; unless its about yourself, when you have swag, its the same as owning wealth. I am a son, a father, a brother, a cousin; I'm someone's best-friend. I'm an inspiration, a motivator, a hero, I am a pro-teams veteran. I'm back by popular demand, but appreciate the greatness before I leave again. I'm the king of all men, I am on a higher level, I AM A SWAGFRICAN AMERICAN!

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