Poem I wrote for one of my old high school friends a while back.
Blood, sweat, tears, hard work, and motivation, get my boy back in HT, administration. Yeah, team Soto in the building, family so strong yo, we busting out the ceiling. Joey Kidd, Big D, and my bro Soto, kick my boy outta skool, that’s a big no no. Man, we told you bro that we got ya back, we speak the truth, expose the facts, like Katt Stacks.
Damn, I know the feeling that we all feel, but calm down, take a breather, pop a chill pill. Approach the situation peaceful and in order too, let the staff hear us out, before they make a truce. Yeah, maturity is the main focus, magician flow, Criss Angel, call it Hocus Pocus.
Keep ya head up bro, you know we got you, walk across the stage on June 4th too, yeah, we all screaming Free Soto, motion is a go go, and everybodies loco, but we crazy for you, because we care yo, We gon see u real soon, my Soto Bro!!
Dedicated to Adam Soto!
Team Soto
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