How I Got Kicked Out of the Navy for Hip Hop Shit Talk

My best friends were ex-dope boys, second chance to link with teenage fathers stuck in that liminal space between adolescence and accountability. Fragile eagles took some of us out before our discharge date. A homie wound up in the brig when too much shit talk over a spades game brought the knives out. And I fell asleep in my rag way too many cold nights pumping shot a through my headphones and tucking my feelings under the covers so nobody could hear me humming love is stronger than pride.