They once called me the poster child
For under privilege kids in my hood
My family was poe as it gets
We were traditional folk
Liking grits, hard fried ham shank,
Candy yams, in Chicken necks
Poe folk food to the masses
Expensive Couture of wonderful
Flavors, for whom would die for this
Way of life
I have grown to love where I have begun to
Grow as a man, where I have eaten food out of
My bare hands like a Cannibal
Would of human flesh
I understood of being poe
It\'s an addicting lifestyle
That you could learn to love
If that is your thing
That\'s why those whom are
Mentally in slave
By its rich culture
Cant Escape the ghetto