I watch the skyline slide by/ I’m on transit,

my style they can’t Hack it.

Trans girl

sit sideways out the phrame.

My pen got game so I have no shame.

Jungle to jungle. Throwies.

The train rumbles.

I write on my pad ride through the mass mumble.

Slapped mad styles,

I don’t get caught no more

A bold soldier.
I don’t consider this place to be Canada.

That’s criminal.
It’s aboriginal so I believe my laws are more applicable.

I can’t see myself other ways other self.
police can’t change me, I’m reppin till my deff.

-Nina…,nina…,Nina………..