“Haterz Wanna Be Me, Soulja Boy, I’m The Man, They Be Lookin At My Neck, Sayin Is dem rubberbands man (man)”
Ms. Parker read alound. She shut the bok and set it gently upon the table. “Wow. That is indeed some powerful junk.” she said, professing her love for the clasic Shakesbeer poem. “Amazing, Indeed.” she picked the book up and began reading again. “soulja boy tell em, ayy i got this new dance fo yall called tha Soulja Boy” she paused, and you could sense the emotion in her voice. “A true poet” she seemed to whisper.