in defense of an ain't sh*t f'boy
wont call u tre
or ricky
nor trade down-
low
or bruh
but sup wif erybody tossin u
into trash
like yo mama dont look at u
& see a journey from her body
like yo daddy dunno
him nose on yo face
like yo sister ain't gonna tell
erybody
u handle(d) dude
who thought her face was catcher-mitt
as if all u do is fight
as if u were hashtag(d)
de street(s) wuddnt buckle
under de weight of cryin cousin(s)
as if de sun aint dont need a nap
from being all it be to erybody
as if u were taught to count
crack(s) in concrete
instead of sheep
avery r. young














