April fools departed
Evidence portrayed their innocence
She was as smooth as punch lines
Of original New York raps
Unwrapping her blinded moments
She caught the express to her glow
Hood politics caught her ambition
The hood block chilling caught her attraction
Vibing was a mood for only the good queens
Appreciating the dancers hustle
Rocking her corporate position
Cashing in on comfort pay outs
Constantly in her mist of “don’t blank”
Kissing the hood back
Standing vicious on concrete slabs
She knew from an early age
To clear the mood never required sage
Just another day for visitations and dreams
Disrespect was a thing of modern day travels
“Ay yoooo come her ma”
She was as distant to those childish banters
As prejudice prior to social media
Everything went over their heads
Everything tunneled in her head
Deriving as she pleased from religious rants
Parental guidance was a kept promise
Sexuality was a physical and emotional charm
Karma was the only thing constant amongst the “what if’s”
Her balance excluded immature distractions
Now tell me how the baddest was the singlet?
