Poems from Jazza

This is all This is all Yeah this is all A pit of nothing  All the internet kids fronting I wait at the stations but I see no trains are...
Gave over, scored a hat-trick but I coulda scored four Could have all the money in the world & I'd still feel poor It's like I'm...
Who am I? What can I be? Can I achieve my dreams that transcend the clouds in the sky? Or does this white supremacist society dictate who...