School Us

School of hard knocks, they say
But name one that be soft, in L.A.

All these cops trying to press with your day,
In our city it’s the price that you pay,

But you’ll learn how to make it, okay
Yeah, you’ll learn how make your own way

To be true in this city so blue,
And still be you during,
Each of its hues.

J.T.

Published by

J.T.

Born and raised in the Los. Los Cuentos. J.T.

Leave a Reply