Rollin Hills

My fist to my chest because I’m proud
My voice lifted talking loud
Like a DJ I move the crowd
When I’m done I’ll take my bow
Been through the fire
Many times
Did not get burned
Installated by clouds
Don’t call me black
I’m the color of a brown paper sack
I stall to be the greatest
Like I’m on hiatus
The best waiters
Gets the best tips
I’m the co-creator
Procreator of my destiny
The beast and dragon slayer
This is my lair
I rip and tare my hair
My footprint in the cement
On 103rd street
Carved in wood on Imperial
Cut for a box of cereal
Mamas Creole
I don’t like gumbo
Live in the Jungle
Ready to rumble
Till this world crumbles