Young boy swag

I got that embryonic steez, kind'a like a Sunday morning breeze 

my herringbone car coat levitates to kiss the friendly skies

Gob blessed me cause I'm that child who's got his own

this flow is in my blood, but I ponder why. 

my pops is like, Tom... peeping in my window 

wondering how his firstborn stay so fly

I'd blog about it if I knew, but tell me... did ya'll peep the patination 

on the leather of my shoe???

I'm so sick wit' it' like cholera in Haiti

spreading to the masses,  they sittin' in wait hoping 

the "boy wonder" passes... them by...   

it's not fair, and I'm consumed with guilt

not even 4 years old and my swags on tilt

rockin' shorts in the fall, nonchalant ashe about my knees,

but still crispy, make my teacher say, "child please...."