Why

Why,
u walking in tha room lookin all flex,
With ur kangol low,
and those brown pearls below…

Wait…

Not walkin’
But glidin’.
No!
Slidin’.
          
You got ur brown chin up,
 Lookin’ all proud,
Talking with your mouth shut,
Your walk speaks loud.

I feel you.
Trust me,
Cause I been there too.

Look straight,
And act kool…

… like no one knows ur business.

That hats on right…adjusted with attitude,
The shoes on tight, to give that
rude,
mood
in plentitude.
And the smile’s just slight,
a sample of the heart that could be theirs.

Why,
u walking in tha room looking all flex,
With the world at ur stride,
Inevitably to collide
with my poetry.