I am from Dock 31 to the wall at school,
From being called FedEx and listening to stools.
A puzzle piece to the wrong puzzle, to old for the young kids to young for the old
Had to make my own family cause it felt like I had none.
I am from yelling lyrics while boarding down hills,
From “GVB” and cut off, being alone it kills.
To putting on a mask to be known and keeping it on so I'm not forgotten,
To my tap code in AMYA, always in my head never stoppin’.
I am from a friend listening to music showing me how to save a life,
From procrastinating, playing games almost to every single night.
From food to good to be true,
One good thing about my culture is the food rules.
I am from scribbling on papers, drawing things,
Writing books as thick as three rings.
Listening to music and sleeping is the only job i’m qualified for,
I have OCD, ADD, and a lot more.
I have one brother, one mom, three sisters that I’d die for, my dad is an eye soar,
I don't talk about him here cause that's a different story.
I don't know what the future holds, don't know if I’mma be famous or a bum,
But Dock 31, that’s where I’m from.
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