5 foot 9 light skin. Brown eyes
Straight form New Jersey, dad's from NY
Mom's a trentonian, born 14th of october
89 baby, that's when hip hop was over
Gangster rap beginning, but no listening to that here
All we play is the oldies, dad's record collection from the years
Start with the Otis, to Mr. Marvin Gaye
Go to Al Green, back to the O'Jays
Music was always here, even when no friends were around
Truth is I didn't have any friends, so my feelings were put down
Then came the weight gain followed by the teasing pain
Along with the glasses and long stocks
The biggest nerd turned into the cool kid on the block
But still something seems to be missing
Even this poem will get some of my friends to thinking
"Is he really that talented?"
Never would've known cause he's always quiet
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