P.S.A (Trilogy)

I’m not a writer I’m a spitta for myself and others/ I say a jay verse I’m only big up that brother/ I’m big enough to do it /I that thoro from boro to boro/ hood to hood that’s whats good/ and I feel like I should/ not to disclose my fellow floers before me/ but he indeed is the closest to the homie/ and with that said I must reinstate/ how much hov the great/ embrace me as a young poet/ and you know it/ from teachings of wayne and the streets/ I learn how to master these beats/ I’m from the south/ so I didn’t know much jay when I young/ not to say I was dumb/ just not hip to lyricism/ now I as mold/ into the generation to behold/ the spot as the next hov/ not to disrespect anybody/ I myself and whats embodied in me/ is the heat the flame/ I spit ever since a young jit/ some of the greatest rhymes I couldn’t forget/ which was stated by big/ “ more money more problems” so holla.

I’mma keep doing my thing regardless its Nard the young artist

Holla front

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“The Young Man”