Traffic jam jam

Rap/poem 18/30

I’m sitting in this traffic jam
In the next car I see a fam

Of four , they look bored, underscored
By the daughter’s expression of scorn
I think back to my younger days
Talking, walking home in a daze
No worries but no money, kinda funny
But I still found me a source of stress
I be putting my head down for all them tests
Not realising childhood I am blessed
Everyday thinking about progress
The jam is over now but wow
Went deep with them thoughts just now
Little does that family know
How they just inspired my flow
Back to work, head off to the ward
Praying my day, nothing too untoward

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