Beyond the Diploma

Yo. Born in a city where the pavement tells tales. Concrete jungle where

the hustle, it prevails. My block was humble, my spirit was

immense. Built on discipline, guided by common sense. My folks saw

a scholar, straight A-ers. Books in hand, dean asked, "Whose future?"

A doctor across the land. They pushed the textbooks of physics and the chem,

but my soul was humming a different kind of anthem. Late night scribbling

rhymes when the house was asleep. The beat in my chest was a promise I

had to keep. Math problems were simple compared to flows I would write.