in the ghetto
we judge spirit by shoes
he didn’t have none when he was a kid,
just bare feet. i wonder
who he was

we sit on his bed
respect buzzing in the room
and soon he trying to show me
“the game”
and how to play

he say
give guys that cold apathy
til they dance in your palms
girl this game is only
a way to survive

i say he aight
with his baggy jeans
and cold front
but i think he way cooler in private
his honesty is real

so yea girls
i think he pretty

dumb

cause i know that
“the game”
ain’t nothing but a front

dance, boys, dance
but i ain’t playing