Hoodpoetry Stories

My genesis was never clean. It was stained with struggles, rumors, losses, and close calls. But from that mud, I built the foundation for everything that followed. The block gave me grit, the cipher gave me voice, and the hustle gave me purpose. This is where JayRone was born. Not just an artist. Not just a battle rapper. But a hustler molded by streets, sharpened by pain, and destined to turn survival into success.

The title and entirety of the poem are based off real emotions a teenage poet (myself) deals with through a turbulent life. Support my poems please😔 Probably writing this book is part of the most fun I've had in months. The emotions that I carried through each line and how relatable it can be. . . . I'm so proud to approach an ending.