when i grow up

my skin will be the deepest shade of ebony
possible on a human being. So dark my pink
lips will seem like neons signs for a kiss

and I will rap about being treated poorly
with my baseball cap with the Raiders insignia
will be skewed to the right,

until i get sick of being that kid on the street
corner everyone tries to avoid for fear
of a sharp knife engraved with a skull

then i'll wear a suitable tan suit and a white fedora
with a small ostrich feather stuck on the left side
as i walk down Tremont Street looking

absolutely amazing.