Shadrach 

I say hip hop is dead
Shape it like an afro
Pull my teeth out
Ice cream truck in the neighborhood
A call for taking shots
Go down in the valley
Searching for my bid
Measure to measure
See through my eyes are believing
Getting dibs but I’m losing pay
Sniff it like glue

I’m the big fish theory
I hate myself
I create poetry that bakes
I can’t be angry
I have a bodyguard
That’s right I have a bodyguard
Swim in the Cadillac
Bring my camera around
Mind control over the world
See my body double
Give me a sweet kick 

The people of tomorrow
The neighborhood knockers
A butterfly in the ring
Written to perform
I gave out the power
Pen and pad with a boombox
Can’t live without my radio
Ride in the ship of fools
Dream the ghetto dreams
I quite fancy the oven
I’m here in the projects

Jakima Davis writes, “I made my poetry debut in 2000 at the age of 16. I’ve been published in underground publications. I’ve been published in “The PEN,” “Street Value,” “Big Hammer,” and “Full Moon Poetry,” among others. Published three chapbooks; one in 2016 and two in 2021. As of now, I’m posting my poems on Facebook to gain a fanbase.”