West Philly to Delaware

Born in West Philly, where the roots run deep,

Where corner boys hustle and old heads preach.

Where trains rattle loud and the sidewalks crack,

Summertime heat sticks your shirt to your back.

OGs on stoops, wisdom passed to the youth,

“Stay sharp, young blood, always seek truth.”

Every block was a lesson, every day was a test,

I wore West Philly pride like a crest on my chest.

Now Delaware streets, where the nights don’t sleep,

Quieter roads but the hustle runs deep.

Two sons in the cut, they the kings of my crown,

Granddaughter’s smile flips my world upside down.

She laughs like bells in a Sunday choir,

That little light of mine keeps my spirit on fire

From cheesesteak corners to quiet escapes,

But I’m driven by hunger I can’t erase.

West Philly to Delaware, the story unfolds,

Chasing life’s riches, not just silver and gold.

Two sons and a granddaughter, legacy flows,

Steering through the lanes, where the journey goes.

From grit to growth, from pain to pride,

Every lane I ride, I tell my past goodbye

No detours here, just the path I chose,

West Philly to Delaware, the legend grows.

From rowhome bricks to suburban grass,

I carry my past while filling the gas.

The block where I learned how to fight and survive

Still fuels this grind that keeps dreams alive.

Philly made me strong, put grit in my bones,

Delaware taught me to build a home.

Peace feels strange when you’ve known the war,

But I’m thankful for blessings I can’t ignore.

Eagles pride pumping, green in my veins,

But I’m charting new paths, breaking out chains.

This First State hustle moves slower in beat,

But the grind is the same on every street.

Rent A Center life I had some skills, collect those dollars was my successful tale

West Philly bred, I was born to prevail.

And prevail I do, cause I ride for mine,

Every mile’s a verse, every turn a line.

I’m a poet on wheels, painting life’s parade,

With a mixtape heart and a hustler’s blade.

West Philly to Delaware, the story unfolds,

Chasing life’s riches, not just silver and gold.

Two sons and a granddaughter, legacy flows,

Steering through the lanes, where the journey goes.

It’s a grind, it’s a gift, it’s the path I chose,

From West Philly hustle to Delaware roads.

Legacy’s written in the miles I drove,

This is my saga, this is my code.

This ain’t just a ride, it’s a moving stage,

Where wheels write stories and life turns a page.

From pothole streets to smooth highways,

I’ve navigated storms and brighter days.

From city sirens to crickets at night,

Two worlds collide but both feel right.

West Philly to Delaware, the story unfolds,

Chasing life’s riches, not just silver and gold.

Two sons and a granddaughter, legacy flows,

Steering through the lanes, where the journey goes.

It’s the grind, it’s the growth, it’s the way I roll,

With a heart of a lion and a hustler’s soul.

From stoops to suburbs, my empire grows,

West Philly to Delaware, that’s how it goes.