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Sickest Vernacular


"Sickest Vernacular"

Some niggas aspire to be drug dealers
Or maybe ball players or rappers.
But me, I just want to write and be well-known
As the Nigga with the sickest vernacular.
I won't waste my life chasing fortune or fame
Or cars and jewelry, that's whack!
But I'd rather spend it by finding my purpose,
Speaking truth, being real, and giving back.
A decade from now some 20 year old
May read through a journal I wrote,
And instead of being depressed and choosing suicide
He finds reason to hold on and have hope.
Wouldn't it be great if a father was able
To make room in his heart for his gay son
After reading a letter that I penned to God
He gained compassion where he previously had none.
I just want my life to mean something
And to enrich someone's day with my words
They say life and death is in the power of the tongue
So I'll choose wisely my adjectives and verbs
One day a grandmother will sit her grandson down
And tell him a story about a man she once knew
Saying, "He had the sickest vernacular, he was brilliant and hood.
And I pray you can be just like him, too!"

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