Growin Up Poem by matt fromm

Aint gonna keep me down.
my damn lip swings that rip
livin near a crip growin up around the block from a blood
where were you son?
where were you?

'hey good luck buddy boy'
that's what you said

'hey fella, why do you have long long hair? '

that's what you said

'what are you a head banger'
'nah he look like a surfer'

bitch I don't even go to the beach

'maybe you should.'
'yeah go to the beach cuz, get swallowed up by them waves cuz.'
'yeah. just die already.'

no thank you sir.

not yet.
I aint goin no where.