Reminisce

I’m shootin for the stars. the moon and the sun. I have Allah the messenger and myself i would fight before I pull a gun unless someone threatens me with one Now I’m da bad guy with da sad eye like we were all just friends chilling on da block pitching rocks blowing trees sipping Hennessey reminiscing about old times keeping each other solid , polished being thorough Ganstas hustlers dice games betting dat cheddar, bad bitches, and Gucci slides one piece spandex, camel toe cherry, red freckles butterfly clip, Balenciaga shades I was sitting on the mailbox on teeth and Susquehanna Yops brushing his waves