Good In My Hood: Poem by Dieury Dumas

Thanks to the haters
I am no stranger
In my hood,
Thanks to the Haitians
Those who are Sicilians
But I am not a villain
Tanks to those with no credit
But I am not a bandit
My record is clean
Their lives are unclear
Are they human, or else …
Thanks to the reneiggers
But I am still very well
Living in this kind of hell
The block knows me
I don't mind, I have short mind
I can read their mind, and…
I am good in my hood.

S'akpase!
I am a prince
From Port-au-Prince
I have the best family
I have the worst enemy
From my country
Still I am good in my hood.

I have a Spanish super
Always ask me
Como esta el piso
Que necesitas?
Por favor no músicas!
I said: Nosotros somos la mezcla!
Papi! Papi! Tranquillo!
All day and every day,
Good in my hood.

I have what we call family
Kind of what we call family
I have what we call enemies
Kind of what we call enemies
Explain it, not so easy
I manage to stay good in my hood.

Under pressure I stay cool
Under hating, watching
I find deep love for stupid
With my eviction notice
I dress up and went to court
Over enemy I have victory
Under financial distress
I chillax, no stress, no distress
By the way, it is the new normal
I wanted to let them know
I am good in my hood.