a mediocre-ass nigga is plain and simple a body of work about me—

It's about who I am through my own eyes.

It's about how I'm perceived because of the color of my skin.

It's about my beautifully Black, Southern, Nigerian-stolen American family.

It's about my depression.

It's about microaggressions and stereotypes,

and niggas getting shot for no reason.

It's about missing my grandma and my granddad.

It's about the n-word.

It's about skittles, black hoodies, toy guns, cigarettes, dollar bills, type-C hair, cell phones, dark complexions, and other various weapons.

It's about memories.

It's about Goodlettsville, Tennessee.

It's about what I see in the mirror,

and how I cope with the realities of this world.